The soft silk kimono became softer on her body, touching the temperature of her skin and the lines of her body. Her loose hair jumped in the air and fluttered freely in the transparent wind in slow motion. It was the fragrance of flowers that you could smell when you closed your eyes, and the sweetness soaked in the honey jar. Her back is swaying as she walks, and her slender neck outlines the perfect line of her back, like a glazed porcelain vase, smooth, white and elegant. She applies fat powder and red lips, but she does not fall into the dust, and the Japanese tone is slow and melodious. She is gently describing those erotic desires and swaying the hearts of spectators, but she herself is dignified. . She is an icy water bird, I can think of the seaside on a cloudy day, the waves are hitting high and slapping against the rocks on the shore, the dark clouds are falling low, a heavy rain is coming, the wet salty sea breeze is blowing on my face, I Unexplainably cry. She is a water bird by the sea, that cold water bird. When I looked at her, I realized that the tears flowed for her.
She said that she shouldn't exist in this world, if only she hadn't existed in the first place. Her tearful eyes are like deep lake water, and the viewers are all moved. The white rope under the cherry blossom tree, the falling petals, and Miss Hideko Izumi in thin Japanese-style pajamas on a cool night, the so-called style is nothing else.
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