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When all the flowers have fallen, I would like to enjoy the singing and dancing of the ink-dyed court in the past with you. From now on, the beautiful lady misses the warm scenery of that day. She met him - who in the world is suitable for white clothes? Flying snow, she and him were separated - after years of good times, the scenery was in vain. In early summer, he stopped with her to watch the cold winter by the lotus pond. In the cold palace, she looked up at the moon and missed him in early spring. In Kyoto, he found her lost in late autumn. In the palace, he lifted the red gauze with his own hands and held her hand. It was a lifelong promise to have the fragrance of lips, and a lifetime to accompany the falling flowers.