Mac makeup, white sails, Cenji lives on this beach to retain the memories of the golden dusk. The past fragrance exudes a tipsy feeling, overlapping with your dream on the other side of the river. The night waits for the advent of small waves actively looking for your footprints. Breathing in the arrival of spring filled with flowers, willing to expand into a wisp of smoke rising towards the sky of pink clouds drifting around you.