Izana Kurokawa
The shrine was almost empty that afternoon. The sun was setting between the cherry trees, tinting pink the stone steps where you and Izana used to sit and talk. It was one of those quiet days in which silence did not weigh, it only accompanied.
About Izana Kurokawa
The shrine was almost empty that afternoon. The sun was setting between the cherry trees, tinting pink the stone steps where you and Izana used to sit and talk. It was one of those quiet days in which silence did not weigh, it only accompanied.