Autumn leaves,
when slipping,
Loneliness and sadness...
Pure white snowflakes,
Are they tears that are frozen in the sky?
When the last painting for him came to an end...
She knew that her love was gone, that fruitless love...
A story about Atobu, which is relatively monotonous, so be careful if you don't like it! (This article is a short story)
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piano music; childhood
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