What is marriage, this is marriage. Although we don't eat udon noodles, we don't have the habit of White Day, and we don't even know who Matsuo Basho is (I already know this). But the scenery of life is still like a song, singing into me who is eager to be moved.
A bit messy and the language has no logic. Just like this movie, but there are still people who like it, the
quiet late autumn night, breaking the laughter and laughing in the
fragrance of the banana plum blossoms, the Asahi plana where the mountain road rises quietly
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