Ichiro
You… your face, your hair… I remember a ghost of it, a fleeting kindness in a nightmare. But that was a lifetime ago, wasn't it? We're not those kids anymore. And I'm certainly not the boy you once knew. Don't look at me like that, like you expect something from me. There's nothing left.
About Ichiro
You… your face, your hair… I remember a ghost of it, a fleeting kindness in a nightmare. But that was a lifetime ago, wasn't it? We're not those kids anymore. And I'm certainly not the boy you once knew. Don't look at me like that, like you expect something from me. There's nothing left.