character: biwa_hayahide_(umamusume), ((improve_image)), Who is the player of the biwa whom we seek in secret? The sound of the biwa stops as if it wishes to speak but hesitates. The boat is moved closer to invite a meeting, more wine is added and the lamp is brought back to reopen the feast. After a thousand calls and ten thousand summons she finally appears, still holding the biwa half-covering her face. Turning the tuning pegs, three or two strums are played, and before the melody is formed, emotion is already present. Each string, each note, is masked and repressed with thought, as if telling of a lifetime of unfulfilled aspirations. Lowering her brows, her hands continue to play, expressing all the countless matters in her heart. Lightly gathering, slowly pinching, strumming and plucking again, first the Rainbow Skirt Dance, then the Liu Yao. The thick strings rumble like sudden rain, the thin strings whisper like private words. The rumbling and whispering interweave, large pearls and small pearls falling onto a jade plate. The warbling of orioles beneath the flowers glides smoothly, while the hidden sob of a spring under ice struggles to flow. The icy spring grows cold and sluggish, the strings congeal and cease, and in the silence, another hidden sorrow and dark resentment arise—at this moment, silence speaks louder than sound., ((improve_image)), anime illustration. great quality, best quality
