This is Qicheng, the city with my beautiful memories. Now is the beginning of autumn, a place with a golden atmosphere. Which autumn is this in Qicheng? Nothing has changed. Standing under the greenery known as the "Sacred Tree", I closed my eyes and enjoyed the slight cool breeze, with my untwisted hair flying in front of my eyes. I think of all the efforts I made in City A for this place I long for. I remember being so excited when I first got off the train, listening to the melodious whistle behind me. Thinking of... That unfinished story without sadness.
Time flies, and the weather in Paris is much colder than in Qicheng. Sitting in the heated French restaurant, Mizuki looked out the window, and his thoughts evoked countless memories. The fog blurred the transparent glass, making the strange city in front of him gradually hazy. He stretched out his hand and gently drew an arc in the hazy white. A thousand words are not as good as peaceful thoughts. All the past events were just a thought away. In the end, there was only one sentence left: "My boy, our encounter continued in the golden color of autumn. Our love never returned, but it will last forever..."
Please listen quietly to the beginning of the story and watch their sadness, their joy, and their love.