He always appears in the night when I first wake up from my noon dream. Whenever the begonias and green leaves outside the window are graceful, the night is quiet and as gentle as water. I woke up leisurely and knew that the good dream was gone. At this time, it seemed like I was the only one in the world. My consciousness automatically goes back to a certain day. Thinking about what I have seen in my life, I think that the person who I feel is extremely precious and honored is probably him shining brightly in the spring scene in the palace.
The vivid scene of that day is still vivid in my mind. His laughter, the bright wind, the bright eyes, the warm sun in the garden, and the colorful butterflies are all enchanting. This will be the dream I pursue for the rest of my life. Dreams, he gave them. I am a palace woman whose life continues. The years and mountains and rivers are like satin, and if the heart is embroidered, all things will be immortal.