Blooming a cherrytree under the March starlights, the beautiful shape of a lady appears in the riverside. My presence is like her, but I can fly...Even if I shouldn't be here for her, surely we'll meet again....Under the same starlights, under a blooming fading cherrytree, in the same riverside....Mind Over the Art, and Art over the Humanity....Neo-Romanticist
Mizuna SeiJi Keito