❝ as if every autumn leaf has fallen
as if everything that seemed eternal is going further away
you’re my fifth season
because even if I try to see you, I can’t
look, to me, you’re still green
even if our hearts aren’t walking, it walks by itself
our foolishness, like laundry, is being hung piece by piece
only the bright memories are dirty, it falls on me
even if I don’t shake my branch, it keeps falling
that’s right, in order to raise my love, it falls
even if we’re close, my two eyes become further, spreads
further – like this, being thrown out. ❞
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Dead Leaves ↬ Akaashi Keiji ✓
Random[short story; lowercase intended] ❝ it's breaking, i can see the thing called the end ❞ in which a friendship between two people were meant to be temporary.
