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...

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

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?