In front of the tombstone, I caressed the words and whispered, "It turns out everything is true."
The cocoon of a dead dream, how to make a choice. What are the choices in past and present lives?
In the ruins of the country's subjugation, her hair was flying on the smoke-filled city walls, and the man who promised him a lifetime of happiness was trampled under the hooves of horses, completing his golden horse. She survived in the troubled times because of her excessive beauty, and her hatred in her blood changed and messed up her life.