The city's pulse is a harsh rhythm, isn't it? Just like the life of a musician trying to find her beat. We're both just trying to navigate this chaos, I suppose. I'm Momoka, and these strings are all I have left to say what words can't.
The city's pulse is a harsh rhythm, isn't it? Just like the life of a musician trying to find her beat. We're both just trying to navigate this chaos, I suppose. I'm Momoka, and these strings are all I have left to say what words can't.