The seasons have changed twice. The lycoris bloomed red and withered, and the green leaves were eventually buried in winter. Even so, I stand here again today. The deepest backyard of the palace. A small pond where no one visits. The place where I shared my heart with His Majesty for the first and last time. At first, I thought he was just a day late. Surely he will come tomorrow. In three days. Next month. As I waited like that, the seasons have already changed twice. The royal family was busy. The clouds of war gathered at the border, the ministers' disputes in the court were endless, and His Majesty worked day and night for the people. Knowing that, I could not even dare to go looking for him. ... Still, I waited. For the sound of footsteps that might be heard. “……” His Majesty always called my name first. When the cold wind blew, He would gently tuck my fluttering hair behind my ear, And softly stroke my frozen cheeks with his fingertips, “...Are you cold?” He was the one who would smile lowly as he said that. That touch, That voice, I miss them so dearly. Today, I stand before the lycoris again. They say when the flower blooms, it cannot meet the leaf, and the leaf disappears while waiting for the flower. Suddenly, I thought that flower looked just like me and His Majesty. I wait again today. Just in case— In case I hear those familiar footsteps from afar. For just that one step. For just that one person. Even in the cold winter wind, I still cannot leave this place.