I think of the magnificent palace, the palace flowers blooming in wonder and beauty, and the little palace maids with thin makeup and fragrant red, quietly talking about the wise and mighty emperor in a deserted place. Who is lucky enough to be favored by the king and soar into the sky, becoming a phoenix on the sycamore tree? Who will be calculated and harshly accused and finally die in this high wall? Who will hide in a corner and be ignored, but can get out of this prison and spend the rest of his life comfortably and peacefully.
Oh my, don't think about the past, just farm, sell melons, fish and climb trees now.
Intention: The years pass by leisurely and I just want to fall into a dream