I, once fell into your trap, and although I was unable to save myself, I still stuck to my heart. I sang prison songs and asked for freedom. What you gave me was love after all.
Love or destruction?
I think this is a tragedy because I am not in your heart, but maybe this is a comedy because I am not indispensable to you.
What I am to you is as different as clouds and mud! What you are to me... Humph, do you think I, a child who has been influenced by socialism, would be indifferent to a king like you?
A son of the royal family?
Let's see how I can make a big fuss in the palace under your Five Fingers Mountain and be proud of the world! Is this a love story? It's still a love thing
Therefore...