a question mark, that's what I am.

[yashitaa]

A country ends here, but begins none..

[yashitaa]

Skies have been looking down at me, with no concern at all, after all it's me who needs them, they don't need me. All I do is see over my head and steal a glimpse or two of the sky above. The clouds dwelling in them are ephimeral blossoms of ocean's memoir, they blow and weep, drenching me in downpour of withered and falling petals.