The smile at your lips is a bowl of wine I've warmed for you. Swallow it down, and it warms your heart and reddens your eyes.
The distant shadow of you as you leave is half a strand of wind I've cut for you. It brushes your face, cools the corners of your eyes, and intoxicates your lips.
I wonder if you have let go of that beguiling cinnabar mole in your heart,
I wonder if you have let go of that captivating beauty in your eyes,
If you cannot let go, if you cannot bear to part, I would become the breeze lingering at the corner of your eye.
If you can let go, if you can bear to part, I would become a scene reflected in your pupils.
I would give everything to keep your true smile by my side.
P.S. The heroine is not a Mary Sue, a naive girl, or a saint. The romance unfolds slowly and steadily.
The male lead is Gin Ichimaru.
