A quiet return
The snow has lain a thin sheet over the ground.
A powdery palatte that rises in wists as I bring my feet through and crunching underneath the soles of my patent shoes.
Winter--a time of sollace.
And after I lay my eyes on the tree, a smile spread over my lips.
Shigure, Ayame--I'm going to visit soon.
A powdery palatte that rises in wists as I bring my feet through and crunching underneath the soles of my patent shoes.
Winter--a time of sollace.
And after I lay my eyes on the tree, a smile spread over my lips.
Shigure, Ayame--I'm going to visit soon.