Inside the palace wall, the wind never stops. I don't know if I am gaining or losing more. People come and go, the wind blows and the wind blows, no one is the winner. At the original age, there is no bright clothes and angry horses on the shoulders. It is just a wisp of beauty in the red wall. Whether it is a blessing or a curse, it is God's will. Fight on, survive, endlessly...
Intention: There is no winner in a palace fight, and life within the palace walls is nothing more than gains and losses, beginnings and falls, a cycle that goes on and on, never ending.