The clouds are hanging down, the autumn water is fresh, and the new people miss the old ones outside the dream.
The strong wind howls in the cold night of winter, but the returning overlord should have no questions.
Regardless of the truth, is it truth? How can a mirage live in a lonely minister?
It's hard to love but even harder to hate. People are everywhere in the mountains and rain.
Intention: History advances, wars rage, and in the end the love between sons and daughters grows, and the king's hegemony comes to nothing.