Rather a state of mind than a certain season. Brittle leaves crackle underfoot with a rustle, and a cool wind blows the hair to the face. It's already cool, but it's not cold at all yet. Something very melancholic, but unrestrained inside. Memories.
Rather a state of mind than a certain season. Brittle leaves crackle underfoot with a rustle, and a cool wind blows the hair to the face. It's already cool, but it's not cold at all yet. Something very melancholic, but unrestrained inside. Memories.
