One is the king's new favorite, and the other is the queen's confidant.
Why can't these pavilions and pavilions, among the red bricks and green tiles, contain the suffering and suppressed souls?
Farewell, farewell. In other words, never farewell.
But I still want to know, did the words you read to me that day mean that you wanted me to leave you, or did you want me not to leave you?
Those three words stuck in your throat that you finally regretted not uttering. Are they sorry, or do they mean I love you?