My joy was sorrow

A poem written by Robin Essex to the Queen in the death row: "My youth is like frost, my joy is sorrow, my wheat field is full of weeds, and the setting sun, my life will be End." The queen personally ordered his head to be chopped off with a sharp axe and forgave his comrades. She wept for him, her face like a dead body. She said that the hardest thing in the world to govern is the human heart. She also came to the end of her life.
Strong as a queen, wise as a queen, sad and intoxicated in the face of love and youth, to be precise, in front of the wine of nature. She knows that nothing can be gained from aloft, and that she is not the king of the universe. She can only do what she should do, not what she wants to do. The earl has various weaknesses, and it is these weaknesses that make you want to stop. It's like a storm on an unpredictable mountain, which is exciting and inexplicable. Boy and man, jealousy and feminine are all in one, wanting to be a monarch at one time, and at the same time willing to be a slave. He has done all kinds of stupid things, and the most stupid thing is to make the world's greatest and most powerful woman fall in love with him. This woman begged him what she didn't have-youth and love.
I like the heart-wrenching feeling of this drama. I thought that what a person can't match is the conspiracy and struggle of mankind, but I don't know that what is really matchless is the passion in the body. Nature always rules everything, no one can leave without joy and sorrow. The earl is like a summer flower, and the queen is like an autumn leaf. I can't tell who is more beautiful than who, and who is more sorrowful than who.

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