Koto sounding .
It was nosy but everything shush when the sound played out. All head shift to the lady bask in light.
The fingers playing softly as she sing the song low and melody. Noisy slience cease, with glass on their hands they stared her the lady bask in light.
The pin attached to irony black hair jingled, the golden coat contrast the red inner. The dark lid under her fox eye red the length of the lower lashes.
Her deep partly mouth paint open to tell a song of war. Of the ancient of past. When the people of Korean lives, their struggle, the chain , the borkage that might have not broken.
She still sing somberly pianist the gin. Allowing the imagery that paint the past and the cries or the joys.
Everyone softly called due she wasn't done yet. Her eyes lid lift to meet that of a man in the mist holding nothing they can give her.
She the only one his eyes but not only him can see her.
