walkin` one by one on stone pavement in the crowed.
my hand was held tight.
dark night cloak. white breath. extic noise. classic lights. ebony wind scent.
whites buildings stood out against the cold black sky.
n` my first English traditional breakfast. at the restaurant, i got shocked many old english madams were there for the breakfast. and having chatting. it was quite colorful (their`s suit also) . incredibly Japanese old madams are laped dark, smoky coloers.