Cup of Cool

I have lived as I am now dead. I also once loved someone, maybe it can't be called love. Once, it was all my youth and faith. The cherry blossoms in front of the court had stopped blooming, and suddenly, I no longer saw the husband in white. Bloodthirsty knife, son of ghost. The smile of that year is gone. After life and death, no one can continue to be innocent... If, a long time ago, we had agreed to watch the cherry blossoms in Edo together. Then, even if I travel through thousands of mountains and rivers, I am still willing to go to that place that no longer exists and achieve that obsession I once had. I would like to write this article to explain my ignorance and naivety in the past years. I would like to dedicate this article to those who were once so young and beautiful, I would like to write this article in memory of Okita Souji, captain of the Shinsengumi 1st Division at the end of the Bakumatsu period. One hundred and forty-five years, sleep forever. That was a long time ago, maybe it can be called a story or something. The cherry blossoms bloomed very well that year, and the picturesque bloom was a perfect match for the fleeting life of cherry blossoms, and the breathtaking beauty of the moment. Isamu Kondo Hijikata Toshizo Okita Souji Saitoichi Yamazaki Hao Nagakura Shinpachi Sanosuke Harada Toudo Heisuke … They are called Renshenlang, the gentlest people in the world. For me, they are the whole youth.