? I only love the bell flowers here, which only bloom around February and April. What's funny is that the language of flowers is tragic love. Sad love? What is love? Was it the promise he made to me on the first day he entered the palace 10 years ago? It was the words he sneaked into the palace and said to me on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month when he first entered the palace. I don't understand, and I don't want to understand. It's obvious that there will be no result between the two men, and I am stupidly clinging to something and hoping for something extravagantly.
Conception: