All I think about is you.
On the street, between fingers,
I feel your warmth.
The watch that has been replaced is still like this.
Guiding my direction.
The pointer was ticking, screaming like it was blaming me.
"It's not too late to treat him as a memory."
Never say good-bye please tell me.
Wouldn't it be great if we could transcend seasons?
Tell me why Even if it is calculated in seconds.
Still like you.
——"Feng Poem Kazauta"
Wind and wind chimes are not a match made in heaven.
The wind can do without wind chimes.
But wind chimes cannot live without wind.
So thank you, thank you for allowing me to make the most beautiful music possible.
The sound of wind chimes is ringing in my ears again, can you hear it?
It's saying, what a wonderful year we were seventeen.
From before to now, I have always liked you so much.