The Archduke Kingsley once asked me: "If life could stand still, would you like to stop it at that moment? Is it the student days when you were with His Highness, or are you willing to be his inseparable adjutant, or is it the moment when he dresses up and holds your hand, and we walk together to the wedding hall?"
I shook my head and smiled.
It's just what if.
Without those meaningless "ifs", the sky in Britannia is still clear and clear, there are still flocks of white doves passing by like the white feathers of angels falling, and the violets in front of the courtyard are still in full bloom in large tracts, so dull that they don't know how sad they are.
There are no unnecessary "ifs", only my sadness remains unchanged.