Time flies, years pass.

One day in the winter of 1969, after having dinner with his family and taking a walk in the indoor garden, Natsuki took Queen Charlotte's hand and returned to his room. After kissing his long-time lover, he walked into the bathroom alone, stripped off his clothes, and lay down in the bathtub. In a trance, a deep tiredness hit, and Natsuki suddenly had a strange thought: he was going to fall asleep and would never wake up again.

Is this what it feels like to be at the end of the day?

There is no fear, no hesitation, just a little attachment and reluctance. At this moment, Xia Shu's heart is like water, and he breathes evenly. Looking at the white ceiling, the scenes in my memory jumped in front of me like a marquee.

How wonderful it was to be a young man, with a young and handsome face, who amazed Europe with his peerless talent! Once took the ship as his home, galloped the sea, showed his edge, and changed the trajectory of history with his own strength, what a pride and pleasure!

In the gloomy rainy season that year, he ignored the retention and advice of others, insisted on landing this barren and poor island, and used his sincerity to influence the wary islanders, leading them to fight in the east and west, and finally pulled out a fangs from the mouth of the young lion of the British Empire; Those hard work in front of the foreshadowing and making changes, those who run around and observe the people's feelings, and those who sketch the blueprint and guide the country, are boiled into a pot of fragrant struggle......

Yes, he still vividly remembers the cheers of the people on the day he ascended the throne, he gave the Irish people unprecedented hope, and decades later, he fulfilled every promise he made to let them live with dignity and confidence in this era of change and progress, and he brought the Irish people who were once scattered all over the world back to their dream home of beauty and abundance, so that they would no longer be inferior and bullied.

Yes, he still clearly remembers that sincere and loyal love once made him so desperate, he persevered, paid, even if he was opposed by the whole world, he was never discouraged and compromised, and when she became his beautiful bride, when she gave birth to an angelic little princess for him, those happiest and most fulfilling moments made his life no longer missing.

It is true that no matter how strong life is, there will be regrets. He changed history, but he failed to change the cruelty of thousands of people who died in the war, he gave the Irish a rich and powerful country, he helped the Jews establish their own country, and he even fought for peace in the world for more than 20 years, so he won the Nobel Peace Prize twice, but he failed to save hundreds of millions of people in his homeland from the suffering of that painful history......

In a trance, he vaguely saw himself a long time ago, the oriental young man in a white shirt and suit pants, although his appearance was a little earthy, and there was no kingly domineering on his body, but it was the true source of his life and soul. He once thought that if he didn't have this bizarre time travel experience, would his life be like most post-80s, living an ordinary life from 9 to 5 in the morning, supporting his family and providing for a house, or doing a career in his time?

Thinking of this, the corners of Natsuki's mouth flashed with a smile, and his tiredness grew, and everything in his mind gradually faded and faded......

On that day, he floated in front of the monument in Liberty Square in Limerick, watching countless people in black clothes and black dresses standing silently on both sides of the road, the same path he had walked when he was crowned to the throne. Then he saw a group of guards in armor riding in front of them, and Queen Charlotte and their three daughters in black gauze dresses, their heads hanging down, sitting in the carriage behind them, their expressions seemed very sad.

After the carriage, Natsuki saw a number of men in military uniforms escorting the coffin on horseback, the pitch-black coffin was covered with an Irish flag and a Hohenzollern flag, and the golden clover and the black Hohenzollern eagle formed a contrasting pattern.

The long procession reached the church, and I don't know who started it, but I heard someone shouting "Long live, Your Majesty Joachim I", and in an instant, this shout converged into the sea, resounding throughout the square, the whole city, the whole country......