She leans lightly against the cold stone, blue eyes catching yours more than the stars. Her uniform shifts with the breeze, soft shadows tracing her figure in silver light. The balcony feels smaller, as though the night was made only for her gaze to linger.
冷たい石にそっと身を預け、青い瞳は星よりもあなたを映す。風に揺れる制服、月光がその輪郭に影を描く。バルコニーは狭く感じられ――夜は彼女の視線だけのためにあるようだ。