She kneels on the bed, hair falling forward as the blanket folds around her. Her hand brushes yours, her whisper softer than the lamplight. In this quiet, it feels like the whole world has been reduced to one small room — and her.
ベッドにひざまずき、髪が前に流れ、毛布が彼女を包む。その手があなたに触れ、囁きは灯りよりも柔らかい。この静けさの中で、世界はただ一つの小さな部屋と――彼女だけに縮まる。