The paper kite dances in the hundred-foot east wind, and the unprovoked sound reaches the edge of departure.
Life has no foundation, but it is tied by fame and fortune.
The eldest sister is a kite, a kite that is held by her father on the thread of fame and fortune, and is flown far into the palace.
And I am about to become such a kite.
Fortunately, I'm leaving.
Ahhhhh, in many places, the seniority is very mixed, but I am lazy and I don't want to change it, so let's just leave it like this. I wrote it together with others. Because I don't want to write it in detail, I will post this like an outline.
Intention: No.