A short story about ancient sayings for newcomers, please be gentle with your stupid writing.
The drizzle wets the flowing light, and the fragrant grass grows with hatred every year.
We were originally in love, but in this rolling world of mortals, we traveled far away with our backs facing each other, separated by life and death.
The sadomasochistic love affair between the off-line princess and the romantic prince is deep.
In exchange for my short life, you will rule the world and sing a prosperous age.
The setting sun bears a few lines of your remaining spring tears.