The first time we met, in the court hall. You have half a face of makeup.
Wearing military uniform, holding a sword in hand.
Admire the stunning half face look on your face.
General, you are my general, you are half of my makeup.
As a result, the tassel tent went crazy all night.
On the battlefield, you are still in uniform.
No matter how bright the sun shines, it cannot compete with the light you have engraved in my heart.
I would rather give up my country and everything.
I just want you to come back.
Your Majesty, for you. I will not die...
I know, I know.
I saw the charming red lotuses blooming all over your chest, and I knew that you were always by my side.
I will fulfill the rest of your wishes for you...