if love was a play

Reminiscing about the past and talking about the future with him, the emperor has never been lucky enough to have any court ladies since then, and the crown prince is also thriving, no one dares to force him to do anything, after all, he is the king of a country.

And every time the emperor went to the grave, he could see a small white flower inserted in a teacup, standing quietly in front of the grave.There is still a jar of wine beside it, which is already empty. This person seems to have expressed his heartfelt feelings overnight, and the footprints of leaving are still faintly visible, one heavy and one light, crooked.Forget it, with one more person to accompany you, you will not be lonely after all, the emperor thought so, and sat quietly on the big rock beside the grave, one person, one grave, looking into the distance, the green mountains, the long sky and the setting sun, just for this moment.

The author has something to say: what is logic?

Probably eaten by a dog