Misty Rain over the West City

She should have been smiling like a flower, yet sighed as love slipped through her fingers like sand.

He was born into a gilded family, yet looked on coldly as the starry rain and splendor passed by.

A century of splendor, one marriage, and childhood sweethearts left with nothing.

A dream beneath snow-covered mountains, leaving her hair white before its time.

What will become of these defiant lovers who flout convention?

How will a century of love and vengeance among the gilded families end?

It all depends on where the heart leads. It all lies beneath the vast, misty rain.