At that time, I saw you at the summer festival on Jizo-dori. Your crimson-like lips and translucent white skin illuminated by the lanterns of the festival were so beautiful that my feet stopped. It was hot and humid that day, and I remember how sweat made your chest glisten with fine drops of water. But for some reason, your big eyes seemed to be moistened by the flickering light of the paper lanterns. I'm alone with you today. Wipe it off thoroughly. Before the crimson flower overflows with drops. Until I slowly intersect with my Shizuku. [* There is some disturbance in the image and sound]
Tham gia Telegram
