Dream

When the true is false, the false is also true, and there is nothing and nothing that exists. Four years ago, I came to a world that I didn't belong to, and met a king who wanted to love but didn't dare to love. Sometimes I lamented how lucky I was, but how sad I was. Because this encounter gave me a beginning but not an ending. From the innocence at the beginning to life and death, I am afraid that now all that is left is lovesickness and memories. Those things that are seen and invisible can still be scattered into your appearance as time goes by. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, but I can always see the river of blood and the sound of "kill" in front of Xuanwu Gate. How could I ever want to be involved in your war and historical tragedy? Who can understand the helplessness, regret and lack of choice? I don't know what is going on in that quiet palace where you can hear the flowers falling. Will you be looking at the same bright moon like me, and then smile and say: Are you okay? The prosperity is gone, I wish you and I could be like the first time we met!