Come on, let's go to jail.
We both will sing like caged birds;
When you ask me to bless you, I will kneel down and beg you for forgiveness. This is how we live,
Pray, sing, tell old stories,
Laughing butterflies are draped in gold, and listen to those poor creatures gossiping about the news of the palace; we also want to chat with them about who has won and who has failed, who has been in power and who has fallen;
Let us interpret the secrets of events as we please,
He is like a secret agent of God. The walls are high,
We just watch indifferently as this group of big shots rise and fall with the waxing and waning of the moon.
————"King Lear"
Knight, the Dragon Has Captured the Princess Again