The night in Tokyo always lacks the charm of the night sky itself.
Without the hazy mystery of starlight, but with the hustle and bustle of a big city, the night in Tokyo will never be peaceful.
Angliu stood quietly under the cherry tree. Sakura should be a place full of painful memories, but why... Why does he still love this beautiful but lonely cherry so much?
"Angliu, what are you looking at?"
The voice was slightly high for a boy, and then a black-haired boy appeared.
Sixteen or seventeen years old, in his youthful years, his black eyes were as clear as lake water, but when he looked down, he could not see the depth.
Premature maturity is a blessing or a misfortune.
Conception: