The cherry blossoms under the starry sky have witnessed the helplessness when you and I met and parted. After all, it is still you after all.
We met that spring, when the flowers bloomed and everything revived, which meant beauty. It was also the summer when we left, and the scorching sun could not feel a trace of temperature, just like an ice cellar. We met again five years later, just like the scene when we met, and we were filled with emotions when we met again.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
