It's huge for the village, or even if you're impressed, because it's still a village there. If you flutter looking for the hill behind the light approaching the sunset, you'll see around the fence off the village as soon as it's out of bounds.
There are a few more people in town than there are in the village. Ask about it, ask about the fence, the hills don't seem this way. Now proceed clockwise according to the fence.
At the shady blind spot of the house, look at a couple. Wow, young, nascent... flush your thoughts sideways. The girls gathering at the end of the street, I wonder who I'll give them to, or if I can figure something out. Due to a prior discussion that sounds like a review meeting, we will look at a diagram that shows restraint to rival women.
All the worlds are together ~ and I snorted as I laughed bitterly. But I guess you're a brave man? After the potpourri remarks go up, right!? I knew it!? I'm going there!? The yellow voice dots up and my shoulder bounces off walking nearby in a vicious way.
Well, then, let's all go together! And a woman in leadership says. Then, even the girl with the destiny, that's probably the least of the waves. After all the wind I thought it might be nice! Then I feel like I can give it to you! I was hoping to stop by because it would be good for once! And. Then bind! "Promise" and then a sign of dissolution behind your back.
--... This is, tomorrow, tough.
I take note to my heart that I have one, more competitors...
I also feel like giving it to you when there are as few people as possible... No, there, rather than say to increase the chances of conversation… do you want to have less "you too" jealous voices from rival girls…. That's good to be near someone you like, but I don't really want to get into that kind of drooling emotion or anything... you mean it. At all, the maiden heart is complicated… and walks with a feeling head.
In time, you'll see the hill heading towards the hill at the end of your sight, and I see the hill is west of the village… and make a note in your head.
If you get close in that direction, there's a keep-out string. You can't go in today anymore, can you? Tomorrow's fun - and I'm going to turn my body in the direction of the inn.
The village square, which comes here and rapidly approaches the night, is lit up sequentially for the eve festival, and people around tell me that it must be busy tonight.
The audio source is also gradually shifting to songs, and as villagers and travelers move up to the stage in turn, they mumble famous songs (udders) and the performers who hear them cheerfully make noises.
I look out for the face of a brave party in the corner where I can see an extra desk lined up, and I have the illusion that my gaze crossed for a moment, precisely because of my mind, with Mr. Chris, a cool face poured with alcohol.
But I knew it was my fault, and I immediately lost my gaze, and I wiped my body at the inn, and so on. Walk out thinking.
—— I was willing to crush that sister, the brave man, with alcohol...
I guess that's true everywhere, dreaming of the atmosphere.
—— but in the end, it's a monkey, isn't it?
And, one of these days, you'll tilt your neck, I think far away the girls around you.
No, but I wonder how long a brave man can actually drink.
He wants to see something drunk.
When I laughed "I can't” cuckoo.
—— If I were to give it to the brave... of a color like that spiritual... I wonder if a beautiful blue flower would be nice.
Oh, my God, change the subject in your head.
I have no idea what the flower situation is on the hill or anything. My head was blooming with colorful flowers that day until quite late... did.