Red Sango

once upon a time, deep berries of sauna were white, white as snow.

it's turned out to be a strange and sad love story.

the legend is that throughout the east world, pirems is the most handsome young man, and sheshley the most beautiful and lovely.

they all lived in the city of babylon under the queen of sheminames, and their homes were close to each other, and there was a wall that was shared by the two families, and they grew up together and fell in love.

they wanted to get married but were opposed by both parents.

however, love is unprohibited, the more stressful it is and the more resistance it is, and at the same time, the power it always has is amazing.

there was a crack in the wall shared by the two families and it was never noticed.

but there was nothing to hide from a lover, who found it, so they approached the cracks, communicated their feelings and spoke to each other on both sides of the wall.

what divides them from their hateful walls becomes their medium of communication.

"if it wasn't for you, we could kiss each other," they said, "but at least you've made it possible for us to talk to each other, so that the words of love can reach the ears of lovers, and we are grateful." they talk like that every day.

whenever the night comes late and they have to leave, they hold each other against the wall and throw a kiss that does not touch each other's lips.

every morning, when the dawn breaks out the stars, and the sun shines dry on the dew on the grass, they come secretly to the cracks, stand against the wall, and whisper hard and unbearable love, weeping in grief over their troubled fate.

finally, they reached an intolerable point when they decided to leave their homes the same night and to leave the city in secret to a place where they could gather freely.

they promised to meet under a san tree full of snow and berries in front of the famous tomb of ninas.

the plan made them wonder, and they waited patiently for the night to come.

at last, the sunset, the night, came along, under the cover of the night, and shesley came quietly to the cemetery.

piremus hasn't come yet, and love gives her great courage and she waits so hard.

suddenly, a female lion appeared in the moonlight, a fierce beast that had just devoured the animals and bled in blood, and came to the nearby springs to drink and drink.

as far as it was, shesly had time to escape, but in a hurry she left her cape on her body.

when the lion returned, he saw the cloak, torn it to pieces, and then went into the forest.

a few minutes later, pirems arrived and saw blood-stained cape fragments and clear lion footprints.

he considered that shesly had become a dead woman, that he felt very sad and guilty, that he had sent his lover, a weak young woman, to a dangerous place alone without her being able to protect her earlier.

he said, "i killed you!" he said, "breaked cape from the ground, kissed it, and then brought it under the tree." "now, he looks at the white berries and says, "you'll get my blood." he drew his swordcome on, stab it in the chest, bleed it up, and then dye the sango red.

shesly is afraid of lions, but more afraid of losing her lover.

and then you risk going back to the date.

she saw the tree line still in, and the white and shining fruit was gone.

she looked around and found something crawling.

she's scared back, and she's scared.

but it wasn't until she fixed her eyes on the moment that she knew it was piremus, lying in blood, dying.

she jumped up and held him, kissing his cold lips, asking him to look at her and speak to her.

"oh, it's me! your sheslie, your dearest shesrie." she cried out to him with all her voice, and he heard her name, opened her heavy eyelids and looked at her with only one look, and death drove him away.

shesly saw the sword falling in his hand and the blood-stained shards of his cape, and understood it perfectly.

“your own hand”, she said, “and my beloved love, i have the courage to kill you, because i love you too, and only death has the power to separate us, which is now about to be lost.” says she stabbed herself in her heart with that sword that still carries the blood of her lover.

later, the gods shared the sadness and the parents of the two lovers were in pain.

the red sango became the eternal symbol of the martyrdom of this true lover, and a bone bulge ensembles them together with the immortal lovers。