I can no longer recall my first love. Yet one thing lingers: I was always chasing the fleeting shadow of his back. In that moment, I longed for 1 PM to never come. The ship sails away, and with it, a farewell—like a dream that never truly existed.
Satoshi Mitsu
Acting
Tigertail
We Couldn't Become Adults
Crying Out Love in the Center of the World
A Star Is Born
Maborosi
Pretty in Pink
Over Your Dead Body
Dogwood Tree
Ocean Waves
Over the Sky