I dreamed that on the high tower of the city, the young man who had conquered the country resolutely came down the stairs. His hair was as black as silk, and his red clothes were like lotus. He said desperately: "Su Jin, you don't understand, how can you possibly understand!"
I dreamed that under the pink flower tree, a man's eyes were like stars, his thin lips were smiling, and cherry blossoms were covering his spotless green shirt. He said gently: "I don't know that your daughter likes to dream of being a prince, but she likes cherry blossoms, so I will plant them. Maybe when the entire hillside is planted, there will be at least this number of cherry blossoms in her dream."
I dreamed of him slowly letting go of her hand by the wind-sounding cliff, and the peonies all over the mountain reflected her despairing cheeks, and he and she were so far away from each other.
I dreamed of that stunningly beautiful woman. Her cold sword pierced her chest bit by bit, and the blood stained her body like a coquettish red lotus. She held the sword with a smile like a flower: "Does it hurt? It hurts me more than you!"
I dream a lot, and those intertwined nightmares are like curses with no exit in the darkness. I can't escape, and you can't come in...