Isaki Kiteni

ef - a fairytale of the two

It looks for the voice lost at one time in the way back where the smile remains.
It doesn´t end now when the dark of memory carves it. It..wing..shakes it the dance when empty mesme and white..getting off..
The reaching running through your shadow is run after.
If a white snow lies thick, the color of sadnes...doing package...I remember whether it is..peel. Ai very of the mind.
White wing that flies up sky high...extension. I want to dream about you when mesne of a soft positive.
Ama...saying.. .. wing that is Ododoschiro.. is far worn. The hand is piled up and the future of two has not been separated.

-Yuuko Amamiya-