The Music and Music Have Dispersed, and the Sad Songs Have Begun, but the Person Who Painted Your Eyebrows Has Dispersed.

She still remembered the promise they made on that cliff that would last forever. She thought that if she could, she would use all her strength to keep this promise. But, with that dusk. Large areas are rendered in blood. That imperial decree, that wedding dress. And that clear song. It's his retention. However, she turned around anyway.