Love is like a Poppy, Delicate and beautiful, wonderfully beautiful but awfully ephemeral. We think it is gone, dead, buried. Then, it comes back. We feel it, we foresee it, we guess it, and finally we get eyes on it. It grows again and again each year. Here and there. And somewhere else. Especially somewhere else. But always, always here.
Prompt Day 4 : Blooming
I wanted to try something different -and cute- ! (The text is a translation of a french poem, it’s not by me, so all credit go to the poet !) *^*
Warning: As usual, please note that my level of Japanese is basic at most, and this is just a translation of text summaries available online, so I cannot guarantee that the following snippets are accurate. In other words, these can be just rumors or misinterpretations, and I might have left some parts out because I didn’t understand them. Feel free to share the link, but please DO NOT REPOST, and don’t forget to support the official releases!!
In which Alibaba keeps trying, Kougyoku wonders what’s wrong with her friend, and David… just that whatever David does.
Note that yes, this is the chapter from last week, but I wanted to do it for consistency’s sake.