Sanyue wore a red dress, nodded her head with blood drops, put down her pipa, jumped up lightly, and then sat on the stage as if her strength had been drained. The red dress was spread on the stage. Everyone thought it was a performance effect, but her tears remained silently.
"I have seen many women waiting for others in the pavilion. Some were waiting for scholars, but were abandoned after being named on the scholar's gold list. Some were generals, and in the end they brought back dancers from foreign lands, or died in battle. Later, I became one of them."
"March calls Yayoi, and I am lucky to meet you in March. In March, pear blossoms and snow fall, and I hope you will feel at ease."
