The shallow sunshine shines on the long silver hair, and I sit quietly in the shade of the tree, turning over the withered pages of the book, unwilling to throw them away, which contains the path we have traveled together. I turned to the withered cherry blossom petal, touched the mark on it with my hand, and took it into my mouth. It turned out that tears have this bitter taste.
Looking up and seeing the blue sky, she felt inexplicably sad. It was all-embracing. Yes, the all-encompassing sky was always so far away and out of reach. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't touch it. What was left was just the warm figure.
What is engraved on the cherry blossom tree is my love for you:
I LOVE YOU Tsunayoshi Sawada