"Through the fiery crimson autumn leaves, the warm breeze under the setting sun caresses the skin~ Over the dull sky, the white birds soar, do you know where my heart desires to rest~"
Ian picked up the lute, and following the rhythm of the ballad poet he remembered, he improvised a tune—a cheerful tavern melody that warmed the entire study.
If we consider the lyrics, it is a slightly risqué country ballad that is very popular throughout South Ridge, but without the lyrics, it's just an ordinary tune.
As for the risqué content... honestly, there wasn't much to expect; in essence, it wasn't much different from folk songs like 'squeezing your big X'. After all, it's a rural ballad from a place like South Ridge, so don't expect too much sophistication in the lyrics—even those lyrics are the result of Ian's attempts to beautify them.
