Rakshasa's blood dream, with swords all over her eyes and blood raining on the ground, she fled from the fire and rainy night, towards a fate beyond her control.
And he came slowly on a horse, with a warm smile and a warm smile, to help her escape. He and she met and became entangled in this embarrassing fate.
A love and a struggle, he is the only warmth she looks forward to in her lonely life. She is not afraid of cold, pain, ups and downs, or hardships. Even if it is thousands of miles away, she is willing to go for it even if a moth flies into the flame.