My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

　　 The moon is bright, white clouds like cotton wool are flowing slowly, and the wind is slightly cool with the early May.

　　Various insects call in the courtyard, playing the music of reproduction.

　　Walking on the winding corridor, the starry sky of Fujiwara feels like walking on the clouds. It is unreliable, and it feels like a fairy.

　　 All the fatigue on his body was swept away, and his heart was fiery, as if there was an endless energy, I wish I could do it 500 on the spot now.

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