At the border between life and death, a thousand years of thoughts are just for the moment of love and hate.
Kamosaro remembered the first time she met him.
So beautiful, almost unreal.
The cherry blossoms were blooming brilliantly, and they were pink and pink, outlining his thin figure. When I accidentally saw his clear eyes, I was stunned.
He seemed to be aware of something. He turned his head and looked into Sharo's eyes.
In the stagnant air, there was only the sound of falling cherry blossoms. The fragrance coming over the lake is intoxicating.
His name is Abe Seimei.
This is all Sharo knew about him.
"What a beautiful name."
Sharo murmured.
Conception: