One is a chess piece living deep in the harem, and the other is the hope for future prosperity.
One is a ridiculed monarch, and the other is a hero with both talent and virtue.
One has a face like ice and snow but a heart like fire, the other is as gentle as water.
One sings his sorrow into a faint sound, while the other lets his emotions linger and turn his temples white.
Holding hands and looking at each other, looking back at the Prime Minister
A piece of bright red, a piece of ice and snow
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It doesn't seem to be about love. . . Both of them have their own way to go. . .