那一年,京都下了一场大雪,刺眼的白色覆盖了整个皇宫。我同宫人一起坐在马车内,一路颠簸,忘记究竟有多久,只记得这条路很坎坷,最后到了皇宫。皇上大喜,特意设宴迎接我的到来。那年我十三岁,黑发被放了下来,穿着白色的长裙,在宫人的搀扶下入了宫。我是一个预言师,家族世世代代都效忠于皇上。国破时,我亲眼看见母亲死于乱箭之下,她拉着我的手, That year, a heavy snow hit Kyoto, with dazzling white covering the entire palace. I sit with the palace in the carriage, bumpy all the way, forget how long, just remember this road is very rough, and finally to the palace. The emperor overjoyed, specially hosted a party to welcome my arrival. That year, I was thirteen years old, the dark hair was put down, wearing a white dress, under the help of the palace into the palace. I am a prophet, the family allegiance to the emperor from generation to generation. Breaking the country, I saw my mother died under the arrows, she took my hand,