Don't panic, my lord,

When the rain drops, the sorrow follows. Something shall befall the present day.the dramatic rain!

Future is an interesting issue, my lord.I yearn for the wheel of the busy stage moving forward, so do you.

In the ancient times, the fool's job is to entertain the lord ...

The moment you step onto the stage,

Greetings to you, my lord. Your arrival may be the reason of Master Charlie's attendance for rehearsal.

I wish you an engrossing dream,

Greetings to you, my lord. Your arrival may be the reason of Master Charlie's attendance for rehearsal.

I wish you an engrossing dream,

My mask? I see not necessity of masking off.

I picked this floweret, before it was distained by the blockish world.

Are you confirming my gender?

What would you do at your leisure? For me, fishing perhaps, or appreciating silver utensils. I read no script, I have no script.

Listen—audience, they shout all you forth!

If none dares stand out and do something to His Grace, your fair laughter, shall it be heard no more?

The gallows has feet, my lord! Run away when we still can! He is coming! Hahaha!

Who shall stand pensive for tragedy? Who shall smile through tears for survival?Who shall pray for their bloody hands? People—It's people!

Some please people with comic, others with wit. Me, with my life.

Please, allow me to prepare.

Only one fool could stay on the stage,

As you wish!

Lend you my ears!

Odour faints ...

You are endowed in amusing others.

Dance till the dawning!

To that we have free souls forever!

Whoaa!

Haha, my lord, I defeated one thousand enemies in battle just now!