Aryoreh Stories

i spent long hours thinking what words to designate these scribbled poetry for you, only to find myself at the end of october, moving on. and so it goes like this; at th...

Young hearts love boldly; young hearts love until it grows old; young hearts love even the reason disappears.

Where the sun doesn't set, does it mean it never ends or it'll never start again?

Hiraya wished for Heaven to hear, yet it was no where.