Blue-stone paths, bridges beneath the willows, light skirts fluttering by the West Lake, orchid boats on the water, and the faint fragrance of silk sleeves. I still remember that smile over your shoulder, so charming it could captivate a city and summon a hundred beauties... The moonlight is hazy.
The moonlight is cool and clear, like the water, with the faint chill of snow. Beneath the blue moonlight, do you still remember the years we spent by the lake?
In the lanes of the pleasure district, everyone paints their brows and eyes in vivid colors. Who climbs the western tower alone, while slender fingers dance across the jade zither?
Commander, I can't forget our childhood friendship, nor the tenderness we shared...
Heisuke, your straightforwardness and sunny nature, and how you'd risk everything for a friend, moved me...
Saito, your cool reserve makes you impossible to read, yet you are so tender...
Where, then, should I go?
Does tonight's moon shine with the same dazzling radiance as it did in days gone by?
Author~ If you abandon the article, which way do you want to die~? Are they the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty? Or are they? First cut off the hand tendons and hamstrings, and then use a barbed whip~~?
The author is a bitch, which means abandoning the trap. . .
Isn't the protagonist a male?