The cello was played with a melodious sound, and at the dance party, the nobles with fine lines on their faces looked at me with a smile and asked. Many years later, I often dreamed of such a scene in my dreams. However, the background of this scene in my dreams was not a gorgeous crystal lamp or a luxurious plush carpet. It was just a voice repeating itself in the darkness.
May I have your name. May I have your name.
I don't want to call it a "nightmare" because it has indeed existed many times, but memories like that seem to rise slowly from the bottom of the lake to the surface. I believe that memory also has magic power. It awakens itself to remind you that you still have a past that you cannot get rid of.
So who am I?
-----This is a story about two children who were abandoned from the beginning.
Brown-haired Anna met black-haired Maureen, and it was a fairy tale of hatred and love that made all the exquisite skirts and top hats dance in the eighteenth century.