Half a life adrift, lightly wounding the heart,
In early summer's softness, I gather the sound of flowers.
Falling blossoms stamp the moon and linger around my dreams,
I listen to the rain and smile without a sound.
The ninth and fifth lines tell of what is sought, and the king's campaign is its purpose. Heaven above, heaven below; the lakes meet like twin lotuses, and waters gather into the sea. In the end, there is no fault.
Misfortune is what good fortune leans upon; good fortune is what misfortune hides within. Such is the will of heaven, such is the will of heaven.
Master, that's the boy
Young Master? That means there is more than one young master
The writing is good~ The author can write down the general plot in the copy, or what kind of CP it is~