I vaguely remember the first time I saw Aoi named Coco, the crimson color jumped into my eyes, as if it wanted to seize all my sight. Such a bright but lonely color is destined to be appreciated by only a few people.
Secret love is always so carefully wrapped up in this sunflower but cannot be passed on to the person with the same name.
And I just hope that this flower will never wither, so that I can pretend that he is still by my side, just like the moment when we first looked at each other turned into eternity.
Conception: