[Tsundere and Fine Attack × Patient Fishing System]
The sea surface that has been caressed by the breeze will not forget the ripples on the sea surface because of the heavy rain.
I always want to find a container for beautiful things - the piece of spring hidden in the drawer, the morning light that shakes off when you pass by. The wind in March counts the petals back and forth between the window lattice, but my selfishness is the lightest one, always pretending to fly when it falls.
Fallen flowers and rotten leaves piled up in the corner formed a code of time, and the wind made a sigh-like rustling sound as it read through the pages. There is a small storm hidden in our eyes. When your eyelashes tremble, the stars in the entire universe are adjusting their orbits.
When you say freedom, I hear the crisp snap of chains.
