Noari Kiyokazu

The second year of being unruly and lacking love × the first year of gentleness and restraint This encounter that began in early autumn is a small care hidden in the morning and dusk, a tacit boundary test, and the unspoken words of cherishment when the evening wind blows past my ears. I have been stubborn for half my life, and the only one I surrender to is you. I have restrained myself all my life, and the only exception is you. The evening breeze will eventually return, and all my stops are only for you.