Broken Shadows

A wandering love, the story of those years. Youth is a feast, they come and go, and in the end, they are still scattered at the end of the world. Those youths that were once related to memories bloomed into gorgeous flowers in our increasingly distant backs... Everyone has their own love. In the green years that we have passed, the people we met and the things we saw were inadvertently scattered to the end of the world... Time is gone and the years have passed. Let us pick up the past you and me in our memories - each with its own story.