Beneath the bright sunlight, he once waited for someone.
But that person seemed never to have seen him at all. When they met again, they greeted him like a stranger: "Hello."
If I were a breeze passing through, I would tell you, "When will we sit together and trim the candle by the western window?"
In a beautiful love story, lovers end up together.
In a hollow world, you see a rotten heart.
I can't think of any major warnings for now. If any come to mind later, I'll add them~
I originally meant to keep this simple, but inspiration struck, and I thought I'd write something a little different. (The blurb is a bit of a mess, so feel free to skim it.)
This is a fairly lighthearted story. I might not go into too much detail about the emotional aspects, but if you like it and stay for a little while, I'll be very happy~
Theme: I really want to confess my feelings to you~
