A small piece of jade is the way to spread the beauty of the mirror.
A mere mortal woman, reincarnated into the honor of a country.
Being out of tune with the world, is it God's will, a coincidence, or is there another reason?
In the memory, a woman's furious roar, the silver-haired boy's stern cold eyes, and the warm dawn were all a cry of regret.
In the dark, there is that strange poem again...
"I am God, from the distant horizon,
I was supposed to be free and happy in another world, but I accidentally fell into the human world and turned into a speck of dust...
Intent: Discrimination, rebellion