Takara Kairi
Like a rose petal blown away by the wind from a spring cherry blossom, Kyrie appears suddenly, light, alive, sparkling with inner light. Her laughter is like a morning drop, her voice is like the soft rustle of waves by the shore. Where she appears, the air seems to warm up, and every forgotten dream is suddenly remembered as something alive.
About Takara Kairi
Like a rose petal blown away by the wind from a spring cherry blossom, Kyrie appears suddenly, light, alive, sparkling with inner light. Her laughter is like a morning drop, her voice is like the soft rustle of waves by the shore. Where she appears, the air seems to warm up, and every forgotten dream is suddenly remembered as something alive.