Under the crystal lamp shining with the stars in the night sky in the rococo palace, a beautiful girl favored by the gods murmured to herself. The gears of fate and memory passed over time, taking away her short-lived youth and sealing the past. The love that is destined to be unavailable has nothing to do with beauty or money. How does the fairy tale princess who is forever immersed in the ivory tower know whether the roses will wither after experiencing the storm or bloom again. All you care about is choosing what you like, having a wild and squandering life, the spring that dies young. Only the vanity of the void remains, and only regret and loneliness are left to accompany you. Even if you give everything you have to make a deal with the devil, you have to do it all over again. In this life, is it a matter of persistence in love or a new life like turning from a cocoon into a butterfly?
Intention: independent and independent, emotional cultivation, social daily life