[ He'll say it again and again, he'll grace her ears with the sound of her name in his voice as much as she wants... until the world itself knows that Hoshino Ai is here and alive.
He kisses her, indulges in her here in this dream even after what they did in reality. Be it there or in a dream, he simply can't get enough of her... the feeling of her in his lap, her lips against his, her small frame in his hands...
So that even if the morning lark comes, he'll never forget her... so that she never becomes a midsummer night's dream. ]
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[ He'll say it again and again, he'll grace her ears with the sound of her name in his voice as much as she wants... until the world itself knows that Hoshino Ai is here and alive.
He kisses her, indulges in her here in this dream even after what they did in reality. Be it there or in a dream, he simply can't get enough of her... the feeling of her in his lap, her lips against his, her small frame in his hands...
So that even if the morning lark comes, he'll never forget her... so that she never becomes a midsummer night's dream. ]