The leaves fall one by one, which is one parting after another.
Unconsciously, several layers have been piled up.
I stepped on the fallen leaves, and what lingered in my heart were autumn songs one after another.
Early autumn, I miss you;
In late autumn, I fall hopelessly in love with you.
───Kugayama Mist Painting
When I turned around, I realized... The youth of high school was so beautiful.
This Autumn Mist is a side chapter of [Singer], I don't plan to write too much... It will end naturally when I want it to end. The main thing will be more [Singer], although I am in a state of powerlessness in that article.
Diva link:
Warm reminder: This article wants to take a bloody route.