I don't know how I spent these six years. Whenever I think about the past, I only see the blurry back and the strong cherry blossom tree.
Until that day, when I walked through the increasingly familiar streets, the memories of the past slowly emerged in my mind.
I sat on a big rock and looked up at the beautiful girl, her long hair fluttering in the wind, her slender hands supporting the tree trunk, looking at the beautiful sunset, as if everything had paused.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
