More than half of the time, imagination and reality have become indistinguishable.
After some thought, the center of the story is Lorenzo and not Lucia.
A moon is right above your island, where everything seems possible.
Moonlight vigorously stirred the sea and a pair of lingering strangers.
One from Madrid and one from Bavaria.
One is a writer and the other is a seafood chef.
That's enough to know, let me be your birthday present.
Another moonlit night, another stranger, but she knows everything about you.
Where to eat, how fast to walk.
She loves your words as if the heart is caught and can't break free.
She is in love with you and wants to be with you.
"Let's slow down, it will take a longer time."
The catharsis of lust is instinctive, restraint, it will be painful, you can't let it be manipulated.
The appearance of Satsuki disrupted everything.
In that island-like room, the moon was frighteningly large.
Terrible things finally happened.
That exaggeratedly beautiful island seems to be the source of everything.
Everyone, one by one, returned to the island.
I don't know if it's this island, it's the sun, it's the sea, it's the island, it's that hole.
Everything is calm.
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