Sing softly,
It sings of love, trust, friendship, and companionship.
It sings about sadness, hatred, pain, and betrayal.
Looking for strength, warmth. . . . . . .
The long ink-colored hair fluttered in the wind, and the bells jingled crisply.
Is it a commemoration, still. . Repent. . .
(This is my first time writing an article, so please forgive me for any discrepancies with the plot. The male protagonist has not yet been decided, so I probably won't update it often)