Singing to the End of the Peach Blossom Fan (Tezuka BG)

The colorful sleeves hold the jade bell diligently. Back then, I struggled but was drunk and beautiful. Dancing low to the moon in the heart of the willow tower, singing to the wind under the peach blossom fan. After seeing each other again, we meet again. I have the same dream with you several times. I only have a few silver photos left tonight, as if I was afraid that the meeting would be a dream. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.