Shinobumonogatari ^hot^ Online
Hotaru wept. For the first time in forty years. The tears carved clean lines through the ash on his cheeks.
She threw the bell.
The sound of rain on a tin roof. His own roof. His own child, now dead fifty years, asking: Father, why does the rain sound sad? shinobumonogatari
Hotaru wept. For the first time in forty years. The tears carved clean lines through the ash on his cheeks.
She threw the bell.
The sound of rain on a tin roof. His own roof. His own child, now dead fifty years, asking: Father, why does the rain sound sad?