Dawn is approaching, holding on to the window frame, waiting for the arrival of morning light. The not-so-quiet night is accompanied by the sound of wind, soft and faint, for me, it is a pleasant rhythm... Maybe many emotions have been forgotten unknowingly, maybe too many experiences have not left a trace in life, or many people and events have been obliterated in the long road of life... Inadvertently, we have all gone a long way, should we be sad? Or should we be grateful?
When I met you, you were so weak and pale; when you left, I was still confused; when we met again, you were not your king, my concubine was not my concubine, things were the same and people were different...
You arranged a beautiful ending for me - but it wasn't you.
——"Qingxiao Chronicles"