Beethoven Eroica (3)

Today, I will absolutely correct Kim Yul’s twisted tastes and lead the little lamb onto the right path.

As a saint who serves the goddess of love,

Roseline steeled herself.

By now winter had set in, and leaves were tumbling along the streets.

Holding a placard that read, 'We denounce sad endings!' she marched solemnly down the street.

Where would Kim Yul be now?

Morning, the time to go submit his manuscript, had already passed,

and before noon, the time to stop by the bakery and buy bread, had passed as well,

so at this point he would most likely be at home.

If it were evening, he’d probably be lingering around the restaurant district near the western plaza with Histoire and Yang, and if it were late at night, he’d be out taking a walk...