I know you
You don't know my name
do you know
The south wind that passes you every time
All dragging along one person's split soul
You are the resting place of my secret soul
I never call your name
like
The silent south wind in the wild
(Guide to the next door, a single short story "Missing"
A collection of short stories - "Love can last forever"
Sweet (maybe slightly sour)
It would be better if you could take a look at the author's column to protect the author!
Intention: I have no intention of worshiping you as a god, but I also hope that the god will live a hundred years without any worries.
