I sighed and looked at the charming flowers outside the window, seeming to be saying to her, and also seeming to be saying to myself: "
They still can't refuse the arrival of the season,?
It is still impossible to predict what kind of feelings will persist in invading each other. ?
The ivy outside the window spreads over the wall, imbuing it with the tranquil fragrance of the entire summer. ?
The delicate buds dance with the wind in the dark night. ?
In such a summer that is suitable for watching, the sun is lazy,?
We jumped into the gap between time and space and never came out."
A general, a princess, the palace, troubled times, conspiracy, usurpation, darkness, everything is lingering. I thought I could let go of everything, but I didn't expect that I would always be trapped too deep.