He stood in the dusty downtown, and the pedestrians brought endless warmth to him. There was affection in his eyes, and the determination of the wind brought a cold feeling. "You never loved me." The disgust of the lover after disappointment penetrated into the bone marrow, and the raindrops hit his face mercilessly. He voluntarily shouldered the painful crime.
"I don't live to seek fame and fortune, I live in a temple, I die to seek a prosperous world for a hundred years."
"Have you ever believed me?"
"So what if I believe you? You are never willing to tell me things. You hide and protect me out of passion. You think this is love for me."
Intention: the original intention of being a minister and the code of being a king