In my memory, a church appears vaguely in my mind.
. . . . . A very distant memory. . . . . . .
The legend of the prince meeting the princess lingers in the church with a familiar and lonely melody.
The flower windows in the church are so beautiful, so bright, like girlish colors.
The light shone on the boy's face. The boy looked at me with a smile, and the blush appeared in front of my eyes.
Suddenly, the bell rang——
"I'm sorry, I have to leave, but you must believe that in this church, the prince will definitely come to pick up the princess."
The boy left after saying that...
The songs sung in the beautiful church just stopped.
The prince will definitely pick up the princess!