C46 A kiss on the dimple

In life, taking a step forward had already become a world's end. Even if there was no song, there was no regret.

When I woke up, it was the morning of the next day. I tried to remember my day in the midst of the birdsong and the smell of a strange city. How could I sleep in a strange bed? While I was still in a daze, her small hands came from behind my back and held me