C207 Maple Spirit

A bolt of lightning flashed past, illuminating the daytime. A drizzle fell, perhaps because even the heavens were moved by this scene. A few tears flowed down lightly, because it was controlling its crying, afraid of disturbing this infatuated couple.

Sing, listen to me. I have ten million words, but I can't speak them.

Fly the moon, do not think of E, Aran do not long lovesick, the heart