Lonely Woman

Entanglements of grudges, right and wrong, the mountain gate has left, and the mortal world has entered, you and I are like a lonely boat moving forward in the vast sea, there is no way back. All he could do was walk toward the misty front without hesitation. What is described here is not only the flash of swords and swords that attack the city and destroy the country, but also the beauty of the king and the moon, and the helplessness of the princes and nobles between the balance of interests and the loyalty to the country. Time is criss-crossing, destiny is changing, and the water that has been flowing for thousands of years will cause ripples due to whose arrival? How could everyone's unswerving pace of moving forward change due to an abrupt change? It's just that some people and some things look like fantasy to passers-by. You are paranoid and uncompromising, perhaps just because what is hidden in it is not only the past, but has already turned into a lingering dream. The person in the mirror cannot express what happened in the dream, and the person in the dream cannot express the feelings of this life. It was unintentional, how could I know that this life would be achieved in this way. Above the nodes, perhaps they are just passing passers-by. When your life comes to an end, it will pass by in a hurry, and nothing will go with you. What can be taken away quietly in the hands is only the yellowed past spliced ​​together by the bits and pieces of memories given to each other. Dear listeners and spectators, if you want to know more about all this, please listen to me slowly. This feast probably requires you and me to attend it together.