A woman, the Yuka which I tied up visited Yukimuraharuki aimlessly in old days. Hear nothing, and tie it up suddenly. A thin, white rear guard shakes, and sigh to check the touch of the Nawa in ku…. A slightly precocious profile. "Hand it and after all do not seem to be separated from Nawa now"…. Tie it up earnestly, and hug it that nothing says and finishes it.
