Hands clings to hands and eyes linger to eyes: thus begins the record of our hearts.
It is the moonlight night of March;
the sweet smell of henna is in the air, my flute lies on the earth neglected and your garland of flowers is unfininshed.
This love between you and me is as simple as a song.
Your veil of the saffron color makes my eyes drunk. The jasmine wreath that you wove me thrills to my heart like praise.
It is a game of giving and withholding, revealing and screening again, some smiles and some little shyness, and some sweet useless struggles.
The love between you and me is as simple as a song.
No mystery beyond the present,
no striving for the impossible,
no shadow behind the charm,
no groping in the depth of the dark.
This love between you and me is as simple as a song.
We do not stray out of all words into the ever slience, we do not raise our hands to void for things beyond hope.
It is enough what we give and give.
We have not crushed the joy to the utmost to wring from it the wine of pain.
This love between you and me is as simple as a song.
She stood under the cherry blossom tree, smiled and said hello to the person in front of her.
Then, she stood under the cherry blossom tree, smiled and said to the person in front of her, let's date.
Finally, she stood under the cherry blossom tree, smiled and said to the person in front of her, let's break up.
Don't be fooled by the copywriting, copywriting is not trustworthy these days.
This is actually a [dense fog] story about betrayal and trust. We always part ways because of small things or misunderstandings of one kind or another in our lives.
This article is mainly based on campus, and there will definitely be some plot, but it mainly revolves around Akiko's life. There may be many trivial experiences, but life is like this, and it is impossible for everyone's life to be so ups and downs.
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