In the dim place, the autumn wind rises. Cool alone. Empty sadness and joy.
I don't want to indulge in that empty imperial love, but I don't want to let go of his eternally affectionate eyes.
He didn't like being entangled in the various competitions for favor in the Forbidden City, but he couldn't give up his consistent favor.
She was floundering and between a rock and a hard place. But he still became a sacrifice of the eternal love of emperors.
After all, it is just a sad west wind.