Sakura,strolling whim /
Long hair straggled on the bed,light pink dress,and white skin as crystal as snow…She blossoms in the serene dark night,and only does wind know.

It belongs to you,solely,and all.

Elegance and limpidity may croon prevalent tune, while lovely coquetry choose to keep itself as pure as jade.

Something lives untouched and peeps out modestly from a clump of trees.

Shyness,fear?Wisdom,perseverance?

Oh well,oh, it is well.

Her kiss,her hug,her touch,her miss,her unbounded romantic echo,and her gentleness flowed like a slow river.

Take it,take it all.