Waiting for your feelings
I don't know his age
I don't know his past.
Now he stopped behind me
Hands behind
Imagine a sleeping cold body
Kanamachi kept going.
Private comes forward
I don't know how it comes
I don't understand anything
Sleeping or absorbed in penance.
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