Paint thousands, paint all the thousands in the world
Draw ten, just to draw one more stroke into thousands
Seven years ago, she was still the princess and he was still a poor boy.
Seven years later, he was an emperor and she was a folk girl.
After seven years of planning and waiting, is it for the world or for love?
It is said that fate promises three lives, and they only wish to never be born into an emperor's family again in the next life.