I don't know why such a country is stained with monotonous blood red surrounded by flowers, why such a dynasty cannot be destroyed, why such a religion cannot be abolished. Under the emotions between men and women, I am a flower, witnessing the rise and fall of this country, the history of crying and tears of men and women. This is an unfair era, an unfair dynasty, what is true love? It is something that is lingering in this country. In the end, in the small scene under the moon, I left behind a pair of daggers used by lovers to kill themselves, and the kind of girl standing next to me. She told me this history. Now, I am the only flower left, telling you about it on the top of the snow-capped mountains.