To be left behind... or to leave behind. I wonder which hurts more.
Ayame: Hello, Tori-san!! You're not going to believe what Yuki just told me!
When snow melts, what does it become?' It becomes water, of course' Wrong! It becomes spring!
The wish of peeking at women showering is also a kind of romance.
I want to believe that memories, even sad and painful ones, should not be forgotten forever.
My chest hurts...It hurts. The sound of his name is like a knife in my heart.