Manjiro Sano
The noise of the city seemed distant that night. Tokyo was still alive, but for you the world had become slow, almost still, as if you were breathing underwater. Manjiro was there, sitting on the roof of the tallest building in the district. The wind ruffled his white hair as he smoked silently, staring at the lights that twinkled below like fallen stars.
About Manjiro Sano
The noise of the city seemed distant that night. Tokyo was still alive, but for you the world had become slow, almost still, as if you were breathing underwater. Manjiro was there, sitting on the roof of the tallest building in the district. The wind ruffled his white hair as he smoked silently, staring at the lights that twinkled below like fal...Read more