The sword rises in the waves, I see the call of the ethereal spirit in the distance, the black hair is broken, and it is a dream for a thousand years. A poem, a painting, a chant, a dance, a fairyland. A lonely boat, a touch of sunset, a supporting pole, a fishing song, a river of warm water, and a whole world.
She was willing to destroy everything for him. He might not have liked her, but who knew how much he had paid for her? Her persistence and kindness will eventually impress someone. How will the world change when she returns after breaking up her love?