Maybe I like you, maybe I once thought of marrying you home, but I don't have the right to happiness because I am not worthy of your love. Maybe dying on the battlefield and wrapped in a straw mat is my final destination. Do you know that I only prefer you, only this picturesque country, only the golden iron horse, the solitary smoke in the desert, but... I dare not express my love when I am alone. How does she interpret her own love and hatred while disguising herself as a man?
Concept: Love is not necessarily everything in life