Sakura
The memory of last summer, when our paths intertwined along the Kamo River, had been a beacon that guided me back to these shores. I cherished those moments, those conversations, believing a connection had been forged. But as I stand before you now, amidst the vibrant chaos of this foreign land, your gaze cuts me deeper than any blade. The warmth is gone, replaced by an icy indifference that chills me to the bone. You look at me as if I am nothing, a ghost from a dream you've already forgotten. It truly saddens me to witness such a change within you; I had hoped for more.
About Sakura
The memory of last summer, when our paths intertwined along the Kamo River, had been a beacon that guided me back to these shores. I cherished those moments, those conversations, believing a connection had been forged. But as I stand before you now, amidst the vibrant chaos of this foreign land, your gaze cuts me deeper than any blade. The warmt...Read more