When I was a child, Songyang once held my hand and led me through the streets of Edo. A woman was sitting in the corner shivering. I raised my head and said to Songyang: "Songyang, look, that woman is so pitiful." "She is happy." Songyang bent down and pointed to me. A man wiped the tears from the corner of the woman's eyes, held her hand and lifted her up. The woman burst into tears and smiled. "Yes." I also smiled along with the woman, not knowing that that would be me ten years later, but no one would hold me up at that time.
I am a stone, a stone second only to jade, which can never be as clear and eye-catching as jade.
I am a harrier, a harrier that wants to break out of the cage, but is ruthlessly blocked by the cold iron wire.
I am hiding in the gambling stone. Although it is not as beautiful as jade, I am willing to exude for you a beauty that will amaze others.
The light of sigh.
I am willing to fly into the warm net woven by your own hands and give up my chance to soar in the sky.
But one day you suddenly opened the network and said you wanted to free me, saying you were sorry for imprisoning me for so long.
How cunning, you know clearly that I no longer want to be a magpie harrier galloping in the sky, I am greedy for your arms...
Takasugi Jinsuke doesn't like milk, but he likes the woman who smells like milk.