The Story of Saiunkoku: Untitled

Who knows when dusk falls, while only she is left to grieve alone? The new moon lingers deep among the clouds; only its pale light remains to shine upon your heart. A song of sin, pointing toward the future: the merfolk weep, and even their sighs fall silent. Why? What can be done? The flowers on the far shore bloom for a thousand years and wither for a thousand years, their leaves and blossoms never meeting. Love is not bound by cause and effect; fate has decreed life and death.” Perhaps it is just as the Buddhist scriptures say: All love and pain, tears and laughter, are nothing but one great dream. I’m sorry, everyone. This story is old, and I’ve lost the enthusiasm to continue it, so it’s abandoned. The writing is very immature, but I won’t delete it. I’ll keep it as a memento~