Hetalia the Beautiful World – Shiroi Honoo
Béloje plámja, footsteps approach it even in the short summer
odinóčestvo, The trees rustle, asking “why?”
Without searching for a reason
“That time when I still knew nothing,
That time when I accomplished nothing,
My innocent wish was suitable to be called a dream
I’m sure at that time I knew that innocent, child-like brightness









