On by mocha → Comitir Song of memories of singing in the graduation ceremony, vague future and its lyrics. New world that was envisioned in those days. It's graduation season! If you graduate, people around it, congratulations!
"You're home late." They said in unison. That was one of the things he loved about them. They never bothered with individuality or conformity. Those things just didn't exist for his little golden frie (Beauty Scenery Sketch)