In the past, when a man was running away with his beloved woman, the woman saw dewdrops on the grass blades and asked, "What are these?"
Worried about the pursuers, the man did not answer and hid the woman in an abandoned house. When he came back, the woman had been eaten by ghosts.
"My beloved, those are the dewdrops in the night."
Night dew and morning mist are both the most beautiful things and the easiest to disappear.
My body is like duckweed, my life is like morning dew, what can I do? Yoshihara's love arises, the cherry blossoms fall in Ueno, and on the banks of the Santu River, I don't hear ghosts crying.
{The novel has nothing to do with real history}