I was the protagonist, and I was drawn as a hopeless man who did not feel a shred of a woman's heart. I went down from the roof without feeling Agnes's hot, burning wish at all.
On the way down from the roof I stepped onto a veranda, and the count's daughter, my lover, took my hand. Wait. When someone grabbed my leg that time, was it a young lady of a side line of the count's house? Thanks to that it became a serious matter.
In the play, I lock eyes with the young lady I met by chance and soak in a syrupy mood. I want to shout, where did the people who were watching with us go!? They talk of love that far.
