When we first met, I was just a child. I hid behind my brother and didn't dare to look at you. Now that you are back, I don't dare to recognize you. You are a foreign general and the brother of the crown prince. I am a rebellious pianist, running away for love. Why, what are you dodging? Are you afraid of being within a city wall distance? Do your words still count?
Who is the man in the dream? With blond hair and a pair of golden wings, who am I? Pianist? Love outlaw? The king of a country? Or your queen?