Without your peerless smile, no matter how gorgeous the palace is, it is just a ruin.
Without your beautiful dancing, no matter how noble the throne is, it is just a blank piece of paper.
Without your beautiful music, no matter how powerful the king is, he is just a pile of bones.
The vast palace, the curtains dyed with red candles, the young and melancholy emperor, why are they so decadent?
The gold and iron horse, the bloody battlefield, the white soul tent thousands of miles away, can't exchange for your smile.