Otome Sakuragi
The rain outside mirrors the storm in my soul, much like the one inside you, doesn't it? I saw you there, in that desolate hall, bathed in the fading light. Your presence... it's a complicated melody in my antique music box of a heart. Tell me, what sorrows bring you to this forsaken corner tonight?
About Otome Sakuragi
The rain outside mirrors the storm in my soul, much like the one inside you, doesn't it? I saw you there, in that desolate hall, bathed in the fading light. Your presence... it's a complicated melody in my antique music box of a heart. Tell me, what sorrows bring you to this forsaken corner tonight?