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Black or White? A heart-wrenching suffering of Principles and Pain.
"I hope you won't abandon me."
"As a servant, I would've stayed by your side.... but as your friend, I chose not to abandon you."
*A fight till the end... where the end became their parting, only to be lost on different
shores.*
Haah~ Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. What more could I say...
It aches so much to see them hold their ground, even as their hearts long to comply with one another.
Both with their own visions, their own beliefs; clashing, even when they quietly wish they could relent, meet halfway.
Nam Yeo Kang was right; because truth must outlive pain.
To erase history is to deny future generations the chance to learn from it.
To not let the past vanish-like a shattered mirror, its pieces remain, certain and unyielding.
To keep his to-be king's hands clean. To prevent history from branding him an infamous king. To let history not remember the era's king as someone driven by his own grief.
A righteous pursuit- for his own principles; but even more for his majesty, Yi San.
It was unbearable for him to see the king, burdened by sorrow, straying into ruin.
Even if it meant standing against him, he fought to protect him from the path he could
not take back-... by standing right next to him, where dare stood nobody.
Yet, Yi San wasn't wrong either.
He was compelled by sorrow, not cruelty.
Carrying the stigma of his father's brutal fate, he longed to wipe it away.
Burdened inside and out.
Marked by a pain so deeply personal...
A lingering wound, exploited by political ploy.. and more than that, the anguish of his own.
To protect his reign, his lineage, and the bloodstained memory of his father.
And above all, a past that hauntingly loomed over his present.
Their battle was as agonizing as it was tragically beautiful.
Neither right. Neither wrong. Both destined to bleed for it.
Knowing well in their hearts that their opposing stances lose meaning in the face of their shared suffering.
Whether anything is right or wrong, they ultimately bear the same burden.
Wrong or right comparison becomes meaningless once both paties are bound to share similar outcomes.
Until everything wrong becomes nothing right.
All the principles they fought for crumble into futility once everything fades into darkness.
Only lament fills the void.
"As a servant, I would've stayed by your side.... but as your friend, I chose not to abandon you."
*A fight till the end... where the end became their parting, only to be lost on different
shores.*
Haah~ Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. What more could I say...
It aches so much to see them hold their ground, even as their hearts long to comply with one another.
Both with their own visions, their own beliefs; clashing, even when they quietly wish they could relent, meet halfway.
Nam Yeo Kang was right; because truth must outlive pain.
To erase history is to deny future generations the chance to learn from it.
To not let the past vanish-like a shattered mirror, its pieces remain, certain and unyielding.
To keep his to-be king's hands clean. To prevent history from branding him an infamous king. To let history not remember the era's king as someone driven by his own grief.
A righteous pursuit- for his own principles; but even more for his majesty, Yi San.
It was unbearable for him to see the king, burdened by sorrow, straying into ruin.
Even if it meant standing against him, he fought to protect him from the path he could
not take back-... by standing right next to him, where dare stood nobody.
Yet, Yi San wasn't wrong either.
He was compelled by sorrow, not cruelty.
Carrying the stigma of his father's brutal fate, he longed to wipe it away.
Burdened inside and out.
Marked by a pain so deeply personal...
A lingering wound, exploited by political ploy.. and more than that, the anguish of his own.
To protect his reign, his lineage, and the bloodstained memory of his father.
And above all, a past that hauntingly loomed over his present.
Their battle was as agonizing as it was tragically beautiful.
Neither right. Neither wrong. Both destined to bleed for it.
Knowing well in their hearts that their opposing stances lose meaning in the face of their shared suffering.
Whether anything is right or wrong, they ultimately bear the same burden.
Wrong or right comparison becomes meaningless once both paties are bound to share similar outcomes.
Until everything wrong becomes nothing right.
All the principles they fought for crumble into futility once everything fades into darkness.
Only lament fills the void.
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