As she walked away, she turned her back on him. "You know, people can be tamed."
Looking back now, the sun was so lovely that day.
Looking back now, the freedom she had then was all she ever possessed.
In a bargain called taming and freedom, how would nineteen free souls become, at her hands, the puppet-like shadows beneath the lavish colors of that age?
Could illusion, sorcery, and witchcraft be used to control people's hearts?
Or had those people already lost their hearts, leaving behind nothing but puppet bodies?
Even sharing hell with ghosts, she could remain at ease, ready to turn and leave at any moment.
That is the freedom I possess deep in my heart, I, a lone wanderer at the ends of the earth.
Yasunari Kawabata
Why not update it? It's so sad, it's so hard to write an article about Jinque Q_Q