A boy named Natsume, a chubby lucky cat, a season called summer, a man with a charming smile under the warm breeze. This most unforgettable memory is deeply hidden in the deepest part of my heart. When the warm wind blows by my ears, it suddenly flashes up. The memories rotate like a revolving lantern, with ups and downs of emotions. Suddenly, a name that seems to have been chanted repeatedly for a long time overflows from my lips, as if it has been entangled with the warmth of an entire century.
After a long, long time, I suddenly realized that I can tell you that I really like you, Mr. Natori.