The Spring Breeze Won't Carry Me Across

She won the empire, but lost all her years.

He guarded the realm, but spent his whole life in silence.

One imperial mausoleum, two lonely souls; half a lifetime spent looking back, with words left unsaid.

Some love is a flutter buried beneath memorials, a gaze concealed behind military reports.

When the words kept in her heart for so many years finally became the only echo in a night that could never be undone,

she understood: the price of ruling an empire was a lifetime of loneliness, repaying a spring breeze she should have crossed paths with long ago.