I try, try to tell the story until you are 26 years old, and it will be over when you pass that destined hurdle.
Then we got married, which should be a good ending, but I couldn't help but want to add a son as handsome as you to the family.
So the wedding and pregnancy were in the same year, and I began to speculate without permission. You probably also like your daughter. The year your son went to kindergarten, there was a little princess in the family who was always clinging to you.
Later, the story continued. It was written that my son was in elementary school and had a fight with his classmates. You and I went to solve the problem and support my son.
I also wrote that when my son went to junior high school, he became more and more like you. He would even receive love letters after school. I think if I had met you a few years earlier, I would have written my love on the letter paper and handed it to you.
Later, your son was racing on the track like you, you retired and became a coach, and even your daughter went to the best university in Kyoto...
The love that started when I was young was finally recorded word by word until my old age. You held my hand and sat under the cherry blossom tree planted when we were married at the door of our house and said to me: We will see you in the next life.
When I typed End, I was shocked to realize that I really want to spend this complete life with you.
