Not Crossing the Spring Breeze

She won the world, but lost all her time. He protected the rivers and mountains, but remained silent all his life. An imperial mausoleum, two lonely places; looking back for half a life, I still have no desire to speak. Some love is the throbbing buried deep under the memorial, the gaze hidden behind the military report. When those words that had been hidden in my heart for many years finally became the only echo in an irreversible night. Only then did she realize that the price of having a kingdom is to spend her whole life of loneliness to repay that spring breeze that she should have passed long ago.