No one says that he is suitable to stay in the same place, because everyone never tries to save a gust of wind.
No one said where she could stay, for the sea was ever kind and never lacked tethered ships.
"So I said, this rhetoric doesn't suit you." He shrugged and threw an orange, unpeeled, free and unrestrained, more like the wind than the wind.
The unfettered youth seemed to be a lying excuse for wandering, walking forward with huge dreams, and then the footprints in the sand were covered again, as if they came and went without a trace, leaving nothing behind and being retained. He said: This is called freedom.
No. She shook her head and looked at him with those eyes that seemed to be separated.
"You and I can stay, Echizen Ryuya."
Intention: You and I are just wanderers