Once she wakes up from her dream, she becomes an orphan on the battlefield.
An imperial edict granted him the title of Marquis and a house.
Dressed in men's clothing, he returned to the city for his brother.
A winter banquet of plum blossoms, among the first snowflakes.
There is a beauty.
As if in a dream, I pick up the pen and place it on the scroll.
I lowered my eyes to paint, unaware that the beauty was approaching,
Snow fell all over my lapel.
A little bit of ink fell in surprise, like plum blossoms.
Intention: Can the appearance of one person resolve the hatred in another person's eyes?