LOVE! Swirl the Magic of Love

Surrounding him and me is the sky full of cherry blossom rain, just like the day we first met, he used magic to conjure delicate roses. Maybe this is destined love. I know that it is a magic called LOVE that makes me muster up the courage to use ventriloquism to quietly say I love you. I like you. My venomous boy. This ancient campus article has been published in the eighth issue A of "Angel. COM" in August 2009. The copyright has expired and is archived as a souvenir. Intention: love love love