Future.
Future.
Standing at the most splendid and dazzling peak of life, repeatedly making the same mouth gesture in a vague direction.
The floating clouds under our feet carry the gloom and joy of the past and huff and flow, giving us uninterrupted longings and dreams for the future.
All burdens and ennui are serious and arrogant time. It uses very slight and slow differences in each step to hide the traces of the out-of-balance past and the changes in things, making people mistake it for eternity.
We are not permanent.
Just as the years stand in front of us with a calm and decisive attitude, blocking our nostalgia for the past, allowing it to disappear into the depths of the wilderness like the wind.
But the future has poked out its branches at the corner, flaunting a gentle and dense future.
Hiyoshi-kun, your hair is as warm as the sun.
In the future, your name has too many beautiful visions.
Now, love the depth of your relationship together.
Conception: