Over the years, I have always wanted to write down this story, but every time I pick up the pen and face the blank paper, I don't know where to start. There are so many things worth recording, but due to the passing of time, my memory is blurred. What's left... Is only your smile, the blue hourglass and your words, "Scarecrows can't cry. You're not pretty to begin with, and it's even worse when you cry. Don't cry again in the future." So, remembering this lost warmth, I smiled happily. At least, there was a time when we liked each other...