A Silk Letter Written in Breath
I have always felt like a misplaced page from an old diary,
Kyoto Romance
The Sweetest Echo of Our Hearts
I can still feel the gentle humidity of a Kyoto afternoon clinging
The Gentle Rhythm of Raindrops on Silk
I remember how cold the morning air felt, a sharp contrast to
The Red Lantern's Quiet Promise
I remember the way his fingers brushed mine as we stepped through
