When the roses wither, I will plant new ones for you.
If you lose your wedding ring, I will personally wear it for you.
Regret and pride were buried under the soil of four hundred years ago, irrigated by tears and mad sorrow until death - or I thought I would die because of this.
However, four hundred years later, the mausoleum cracked, the sun woke up from winter, and I saw the flower vines of love and longing growing out——
CP is about Arthur and the Queen, and the Queen's ghost (?) Travels back to modern times to renew their relationship, and to deviate from history.
There was a magical appearance from Doctor Who and Al became jealous.
It was originally an impromptu essay a year ago, but it turned out that the more I wrote it, the more serious it became, and it's still unfinished...