As I hang out the laundry, I can see a sky-blue puddle beyond the swaying clothes.
Talk to me, Anything is fine.
Ride the wind and move the story forward. The endless blue colours even reach into your heart. I can't fly well, but if we become birds together, I won't be scared even if I open my eyes.
A landmark visible from the window, a beautiful light swaying on the water's surface, In my dreams I reached out.
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Her record and book
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Somewhere in Her Room
“She” is here and she can go anywhere. A depiction of everyday life coloured by design and records.
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