Standing on the palace wall where her hands were stained with blood for herself and her children
My hands are habitually clasped behind my back, polishing the gems on my hands.
She looked at the flat house outside the palace, and the dawn sunlight shone on her new size of palace clothes.
Waving his sleeves, the clouds in front of him remain the same, but things have changed and people have changed.
I'm the only one left, she thought