In the ice and snow, Hanae Yukinagi clapped her hands and followed Tomioka Yoshiyu hobblingly.
She had prayed to God in her heart for love countless times.
The story of a lost seabird who meets her sea.
Stream of consciousness. 1V1. Updated twice a week.
Ps. If you have any opinions, you can raise them, but please don't scold me.
[Unclear feelings are like the moon hidden behind the clouds. ]
[The bright moon is my witness, every word I say to you is my love letter to you. ]
[Do you know? ]
Intention: Snow intention
Come on, come on, ah, ah, ah, it's August