When on the tranquil Sunset sky I gaze, Pale crimson Stains the haze.
[ It... feels like something she should share. A poem that talks about the sunset, for he seems so content with the view; he did say he likes it, after all.
The sun is quick in going down, with the colours brought about by the fire close to them becoming brighter and brighter as the colour of the sky begins to fade. What was once blue turns red, with hints of orange, reflection of everything else around it colouring it violet, until there is barely any left.
Yet the blue in the gaze Ayaka is looking at remains the same, much like the baby blue eyes she gave him earlier. It is what others call Nemophila, after all. ]
The sunrise is a marvel in Inazuma, as well. I look forward to watching both with you.
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Sunset sky
I gaze,
Pale crimson
Stains the haze.
[ It... feels like something she should share. A poem that talks about the sunset, for he seems so content with the view; he did say he likes it, after all.
The sun is quick in going down, with the colours brought about by the fire close to them becoming brighter and brighter as the colour of the sky begins to fade. What was once blue turns red, with hints of orange, reflection of everything else around it colouring it violet, until there is barely any left.
Yet the blue in the gaze Ayaka is looking at remains the same, much like the baby blue eyes she gave him earlier. It is what others call Nemophila, after all. ]
The sunrise is a marvel in Inazuma, as well. I look forward to watching both with you.
[ It will happen. There is no doubt about it. ]