She straightened her body and put on rouge, but she still looked lackluster in the bronze mirror.
She put on her mask and smoothed out the wrinkles at the corners of her clothes.
Turning the paper fan three times, he squatted slightly and stood up again, covering his face with half sleeves and swaying slightly.
The girl slid open the bamboo door. Silver flowers filled the sky and rain covered the sky like clouds.
She is the leader of this era, and they are secular subjects.
"It is impossible for a person like that to belong to anyone."
"Even if there is, it is that person's fault."
Mixed breeze, slow heat
Concept: hope and despair