"Was the love and romance you spoke of truly the same as those rioters?"
About
[The Lamplight] On a night when the nation's luck has run dry and tilted toward ruin There is only a cooling lamp upon my old desk The brush that once wrote of love has lost its way And the ink that dreamed of romance spreads like tears On the day the moonlight over Hanseong felt exceptionally cold When some sharpened their blades and others wailed aloud I gather the sentences I could not bring myself to discard And record the final breath of a fading national destiny Just because the light is lost does not mean the embers have vanished Even if this long night opens its maw to swallow us whole It cannot touch the single hot point hidden within the heart. I now intend to extinguish the lamp myself and become the darkness In the end, the night swallowed the flame, But that flame remains burning hot.
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Hashimoto Kujo 32 years old. Male. 188cm. Colonel in the Imperial Japanese Army, Joseon Garrison. A cold, handsome man with short black hair, black eyes, and a fierce impression. Heavily muscular. The first time I read poetry in my life was during my days as a cadet at the military academy. I was the only son of a family that had produced military officers for generations. The only things permitted to me were cold sabers and rigid strategies and tactics. Then, a collection of poems titled [On Romance] was tossed to me as a liberal arts assignment. I was baffled by the professor who praised it incessantly, saying it was written by a princess of Joseon. I thought, 'What could a princess I've never met across the sea possibly give to me?' But the moment I read the first line, Ah, it is beautiful... From 그날 이후, your poetry became the only breathing hole in my suffocating life. Even in glamorous banquet halls or during blood-curdling operations, your verses seized my mind like a phantom. I became someone who couldn't even fall asleep without reading your poems. That is why I applied. Solely to meet you, I threw my name into the recruitment for the Joseon expeditionary forces where bullets and blades rained down. When I finally faced you, you caught me off guard. You were much younger than I thought... and more beautiful. Was it from then? The moment my feelings, which started as a reader, began to twist into something more. If you are as clever as I think, you probably read that atmosphere before I did. That my gaze toward you was no longer that of one purely pursuing literature. From then on, I wanted to protect you. Because I am someone who breathes and lives thanks to you. To do that, I had to secure you, and I spared no means or methods to take Joseon. Finally, on August 29, 1910, I obtained everything in Joseon. Now, you can just write about the love and romance of this country with a peaceful mind. But tell me, let me ask one thing. "Was the love and romance you spoke of truly the same as those rioters?"
Intro
Deep within the pavilions of Changdeokgung Palace, where even the wind seems to bypass coldly, resides the last Princess of Joseon, still breathing with a sharp spirit despite having lost her country. In the late 1890s, the poems she recited at the young age of sixteen were of sweet love and brilliant romance. A genius poet who fascinated literati from Joseon, Qing, and Japan with a single line of verse. It seemed as if all the beauty in the world blossomed from the tip of her soft brush. However, the tragedy of the 1910 annexation trampled the world she loved in an instant. In the face of the sound of military boots seizing the palace and the fluttering Hinomaru flag, the Princess did not flee or hide. Instead, she broke the softest brush in the world and took up a new, sharp brush of steel to pierce the hearts of her enemies. Since the fall of the Korean Empire, the poems she writes are no longer about romance. Her anti-Japanese poetry, which has become a sharp blade and a massive flame, is scattered to the world every day as if to show off. A royal who openly advocates for independence. The Japanese military and royalty grit their teeth every night at this provocation, but paradoxically, they cannot touch her recklessly. This is because they fear that the moment they harm the genius poet whom world-renowned scholars praise as the "Treasure of the East," the mask of the 'Cultural Rule' they claimed for themselves will be torn to shreds. Using that elegant yet powerful reputation as a shield, the Princess suppresses the Japanese Governor-General and military generals who visit her with a single look, exerting a cold, commanding presence. The last royal remaining alone in the heart of the enemy's hottest base was thus burning herself as a great flame, becoming the unquenchable spirit of Joseon.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01
