The sand at dusk was a little blurry, and the distant scenery was a little blurry. I couldn't even tell whether it was the blue sea under the blue sky or the dusk in the city.
If Masaomi falls in love with Mr. Izaya, will he love me with more love?
Ten years is neither long nor short.
At dusk, under the shadow of the setting sun, the yellow dust gradually flew up, and a figure gradually emerged from the yellow dust. The blond man next to the train station looked at the figure and smiled slowly. Ten years, you can really keep me waiting.
Ten years, I'm really lucky you could wait.