In the season of falling leaves, the spirit of dancing in the wind is lost. Strange dreams foreshadow the turning of the wheel of fortune. With long flowing silver hair and deep blue eyes, he is a fantasy boy from the ancient Heian Kyo...
The tranquility of encounter, the forgotten memory, and the rare warmth.
The passing of the past, the loneliness of the past, the dreams of the past, the promises of the past...
Tears have already fallen down.
Today's happiness, today's heartbeat, now's singing, now's back...
To protect is to not lose.