It was a morning breezing day. Snow fall slowly to the ground. Most of the Haruken Junior high student were still sleeping. Some of them were already awake, some of them were having a bath, some of them were eating an early breakfast. But one of them, for sure, are going to have a morning walk. Tiying his shoe lashes, he set off with a soccer ball in his right arm and a bouquet of maua, ua on his left hand. The boy with white hair, Fubuki Shirou ran with a smile...
At last, he had reached the place. Fubuki walk slowly into the cemetry. He walk slowly passing to many graves, he finally found his...
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