A bottle of sake, a cup of persistence.
He had no intention of hanging around the government and the public, he just wanted to be free in the streets.
A fire burned away his last trace of tenderness.
A piece of red gauze, silhouetted by half a candle.
He had already been moved.
It wasn't until years later that that reunion caused his calm heart to waver again.
Sake is not guilty, who gets drunk?