The grass is producing its seeds,
The wind is shaking its leaves.
We stand,
Don't speak,
It's very beautiful.
The story of a gentle, lonely and arrogant girl and her childhood sweetheart who is one day older than her, a gentle, beautiful, neurotic and violent [_(:з∠)_what the hell] girl
This is my first time posting, and I'm trembling. Please forgive me if I don't write well. ε==(づ′▽`)づ
Intention: