When I was included in the harem, I originally just wanted to keep my peace, but my heart was shaken... I could recite poems, paint and paint, and could sing and dance well. Even if I flew up a branch, I would still miss you. In the harem, beauty has no tears. Glossy on the surface but ugly on the inside. Competing for the strange and beautiful, intrigues and deceit.
In the middle of the night last night, I clearly dreamed of it on my pillow; even though I talked for a long time, I still had a peach-shaped face and a low eyebrow. Half ashamed and half happy, wanting to leave but still clinging to it; when I wake up and realize it is a dream, I am extremely sad.
Floating dreams, how long will we be happy? Meeting, getting to know each other, cherishing each other, cuddling with each other, the bitterness of the palace, no regrets...
The helplessness of being a concubine.