"The pear blossoms are raining at dusk, and the swallows are empty." Under a pear blossom tree, we have witnessed too many separations, true and false, intertwined, and no one can tell them clearly. All she did was not want to be involved in another dispute again, but she had long forgotten that she was already in the middle of it.
Intention: Even if sometimes we are dragged by fate into a life that we do not want to participate in, it is not known whether we can find our own way of life if we remain true to our original intentions. As a victim of feudal imperial power, how should the heroine deal with herself and find her inner peace? The love between men and women, and the love between emperors, cannot be completely believed in. The only one who can believe in it is probably oneself.