The voice of anger, which everyone hides. The language of untold pain, which everyone is ashamed to show. The music of forgotten odes. My voice, structured by rhymes, is akin to the canvas, but only you can color it because my characters live your pain. They are yours now. The pang is my water, but I hope that you'll quench the thirst of your one in it. Your H.J.画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。 ※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。
