A period of youth
It's already winter
a midsummer
What I wrote was about separation
Eclipsed pupils
Whose confusion is it sending?
At a loss
But also helpless in every possible way
Listen, do you hear it?
I heard
Wonderful stories from the forest
It's a life with flying petals
From this
close to the sun
It's nice to meet you
I like to write small words
Here we record the simple us
[Updated from time to time~]