Later, when he saw the cherry blossoms in Kyoto, he thought of her, even though she didn't look like cherry blossoms. In his dream, he saw her at midnight, with a graceful figure and a hopeful smile. Even while sipping a cup of sake, he couldn't help but recall that her eyes were as charming as silk and that she was too drunk...
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