Hoshiyomi no Tsumugu Uta

An old street with a sizzling atmosphere, a sea of wheat that seems to last forever, and a lightless business district. The smell of gunpowder can no longer be felt as of now, but its traces have surely become indelible wounds engraved throughout this world. In the midst of the seemingly eternal lonely scenery, the two travel to anywhere they want to be, needing nothing but an occasional warmth f...