Wedge
Holding a parasol under the dense cumulonimbus clouds, I let my hand be held by my mother and walked into that summer road. The sound of thunder that announced the approach of an afternoon thunderstorm seemed to foretell our fate from that day forward.
The moonlight is sultry, the mist is quiet, and the woods full of your breath are shimmering. At that moment, I know that my heart is no longer free.
Under the same starry sky, on a day with strong winds, when will I, who have always been following you, see the brilliance shining in your eyes?
The sweet fantasy is as deep as the ocean. After kissing it, you find that all that is left is the distant thunder of that summer...
Far Thunder & Forever