Nono stood at the end of the wooden bridge, hugging his knees with his hands, facing the bitter sea breeze, and the waves chasing his bare ankles. Her long golden hair was flowing in the air, playing with the setting sun. From a distance, Nono looks like a princess waiting for the prince to return. Only Nono herself knows that she is not waiting for the returning prince, but mourning the lost knight.
She once had a knight who traveled thousands of mountains and rivers for her and cut off the head of the dragon, just for the lie that in the fairy tale, killing the dragon would get the princess. It's a pity that she is not the princess in the fairy tale. The knight killed the dragon, but the princess met the prince.
The sound of horse hooves filled the air, and the noisy shouts of the soldiers drowned out the waves, the screams of the seagulls, and the girl's sobs.
Nono didn't look back and knew how the loess rolled up by the horse's hooves was puffing up. She didn't need to predict it, she also knew her ending.
The princess met the prince, the knight killed the dragon, but the war ended the fairy tale. The defeated king fled, but the queen who lost her husband was like a duckweed in the wind, waiting for her wandering fate. The knight picked up the dragon-slaying sword and chopped off the heads of mortals, but the blood sold his soul.
Nono couldn't help but doubt the era he lived in: Is this a fairy tale? If not, where did the dragons and knights come from? If so, why isn't the prince a knight, and why isn't everyone happy in the end?
A certain fairy tale writer must have defected, and the devil added the final ending, so those who love each other are destined not to meet each other, and those who hate each other are destined to meet.
Intention: It's just memory, there is no intention.