adorable side face, amber cherry blossoms.

From the burning of the arather, looking for true love, but being deceived by a man, it is an empty miori. It was the old tree of childhood that always listened to guilt at such times. And again, I finally broke with the man who thought it was a serious love. As usual, it was a miori that relied on the sweetness of Motoki, but I exclaimed the truth that Motoki had been hiding for a long time ...! look at everything.