I let my long hair grow for you; I wear it up and wait for you to tie it. Three thousand strands of hair, all to be coiled up by you.
Dressed in red, I gaze up at the tassels hanging from my wedding veil. Amidst the clamor and music, a bridal sedan carries me through the vermilion palace gates.
Her beauty still fresh, his favor already gone; she leans against the incense burner, sitting until dawn. A nightmare.
A spring bath in the Huaqing Pool, warm water gliding over creamy skin. A beautiful dream.
Life twists and turns. In the end, whether a beautiful dream or a nightmare, it is all just a dream.
In the end, he still loves the empire, not the beauty.
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