A story about wanting to love but not being able to love
A sad but willing entanglement
Is there any true love within the deep palace walls?
The pearly shadows are chaotic, reflecting your face. Is there my presence in those cold eyes?
The sound of the whistle is melancholy, and you are no longer thinking about returning. I am only with you on the desert battlefield, forgetting the sorrow of love. At this moment, I only want to grow old with you...