The imagination comes from the imagination and the love-hate entanglement between the violinist, the emperor and the guards.
A story about harp and sword, harp and power.
That year he and he were close friends and childhood sweethearts.
That year he destroyed his country, imprisoned him beside him, and tried every means to hurt him and get him. He was the emperor and he was his piano player, the once noble prince.
That year, he tried his best to assassinate, and after countless failures, he gradually realized that it was not that he had no chance, but he couldn't make the move when the opportunity was in front of him.
That year, he conspired to treason for him, and ultimately failed miserably.
That year, in order to protect him, he was willing to drink poison.
That year, he carried everything on his back and left the palace where he had been imprisoned for many years, but his heart was left in a corner of the palace wall.
That year he died of an old injury, and he resolutely committed suicide to follow.
That year he climbed thousands of miles high, and when he looked back, he never saw that aloof figure in white.