Go North to Nikko

They all showed up in my life. The years are silent, even though one day they will spin further and further away with the Ferris wheel, but I am still waiting, waiting for those people to reappear in the ups and downs of memory. It is their gorgeous aurora that shines forever in my life. For whom did I look back sadly in my three lives, with flowers in my hair and soft fingers wrapped around me. Standing on the railing and watching all my life, the rain is ringing, and the flowers are splashing with tears. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.