Tricolour Lovestory

t is the freedom, that one been longing for a lifetime. t is the simple of mind, that one never released from its shackle.t is the emaki, that we all paint our own color on.TORYt was the fall of 2005, weather here in the River City was warm and lovely. is childhood is like a pair of handcuffs, shackled the boy like he was soaked in dark grey paint.Entering the classroom called ine Art, he saw 2 girls who auras out entirely different colors, embraced him at the same time.He almost say the auras...