At dusk, I jumped off the cliff and was reborn. I thought that rebirth would be a relief, but I never thought that it would push me into a deeper abyss. The vermilion palace walls seemed to be stained with blood, and the heavy palace door locked me, but my heart could not. When the young girl wants to come, the weather is cold, the bees and dew are pale in the evening, the wasps have scattered and the flowers have flown away, and the killings are ruthless in a night of frost.