His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has returned from the war.
All the people in Ming Dynasty looked at him from a distance, looking handsome and valiant on horseback, admiring him and cheering for joy.
I sat in the position of the princess and raised my eyes slightly, but I was afraid of meeting his eyes.
The apricot blossoms are blooming so beautifully under the light rain.
The spring breeze was warm, the thread of my red bead bracelet was broken, and the beads sparsely jumped to the ground.
I wanted to pick it up, but you stopped me and said you would give me another one.
I paused, not knowing whether it was joy or endless sadness.
I clearly heard you questioning the subjugated princess you brought back from the battle, asking her why she didn't bring the bracelet you gave her personally.
That's all. In the end, I am the only one who thinks more.
Intention: Childhood sweethearts are never worth falling in love at first sight.