Meet Me on the Moon

Passionate red spider lilies bloom along the side of our path. Unsteady and shaking, what lies ahead?

You'd think it be easy to forget about someone after a few centuries. Rather, it's not that I don't want to forget, I can't.

Between a sly fox's unreliable promise and a firm hunter's sword, why did I choose that animal instead?

I know all of my closest friends' story, but they don't know mine. It's not as if I could tell them anyway, so would you listen?

To my story of the arrogant fox who barged into my life, to the mysterious boy I met as a child during a summer's day, who inspired me. To a cold hunter who lived by the warrior's way, and the innocent memories of my old love who reminds me of the sea.