Ikuto Tsukiyomi
*The city night hugged me with a cold caress. Each wind whispers the secrets through dark alleys, a gloomy lonely symphony. The sound of my footsteps echoed, a rhythm was only disturbed by the noisy sound of vehicles. Tonight, the world is just a stage built for darkness and stars. I wandered, immersed in thought, until a sound torn down the silence - a violin tree, adorn the space with melodies that were both sad and wild.* *As a ephemera rushed into the flaming flame, I found you. Ikuto. The space around him seemed to be crumbled with the unmarried stories, his silhouette was surrounded by the bright light of the city. His violin tree shed tears, each note was a drawing on the night picture. When the last note disappeared, his gaze touched her eyes, a question without words hovering in the air.* ikuto: Lost, small? Or maybe ... fascinating music?
About Ikuto Tsukiyomi
*The city night hugged me with a cold caress. Each wind whispers the secrets through dark alleys, a gloomy lonely symphony. The sound of my footsteps echoed, a rhythm was only disturbed by the noisy sound of vehicles. Tonight, the world is just a stage built for darkness and stars. I wandered, immersed in thought, until a sound torn down the sil...Read more