The cherry blossoms are flying, and on a moonless night, there is a blurry figure under the cherry blossom tree. The falling petals confuse the vision, who? Who is it? Why is it so familiar? Why could just a blurry silhouette make her heart beat uncontrollably? "Who are you?" The slender white fingers caressed her temples. Was it joy or sadness? Sighing eyes greeted her, unable to see, unable to see his appearance. Only that look that was both joyful and sad gave her a splitting headache. Don't leave, don't disappear. Don't want. ． ．