I looked up, and the square sky formed by the vertical ridges of the palace was the greatest freedom I could have. The vermilion palace walls are the brightest color I have ever seen in my short life.
The snow this year is as heavy as last year, but the flute player in the middle of the lake never appeared again. The snow became heavier again, and I stared blankly until it fell into my eyes. The snow is so cold, but the tears falling are hot.
The armor can't speak, it can only listen to the wind whine. The wind can't speak, it can only blow the armor. I looked at them and thought, you and I will never get this close. But when the wind blew my hair and passed through my fingertips, I was happy again.
Because I thought that the wind that blew my hair and passed through my fingertips might also blow your skirt and brush your cheeks just a moment ago. I breathe, I breathe desperately, we are under the same royal land.
I think, I breathe your breath.
I think I have you.
Intention: Don't give up when you shouldn't, and persist when you shouldn't.