I entered the palace in the spring of Longyu's seventeenth year, and all my pure happiness was crushed to dust at that age. Like most people in the palace, I seek perfection in this deep courtyard and indulge in self-preservation. Like mottled traces of moss in the cracks of stone, I watched myself decay into the bricks and tiles that bound me.
I have loved, like the meteors and fireworks at that moment, happiness comes quietly but ends abruptly; I am cowardly, I shrink, but what I cannot love will still be unable to love; I have hated, hated that the deformity and distortion in this glass palace is outrageous, like being drenched with sulfuric acid, ruthlessly destroying all the sweet dreams; I have lingered, but this palace like a devil's curse has supported an infatuated desire and a long-lasting love. That love left me scarred and I lost everything, but I have no regrets. Dreaming for three lifetimes, when I wake up from the dream, the love of my life, covered in dust, is still spotless...
