I thought I wouldn't care about those pretentious descriptions of the passage of time. However, there is one person who always makes me miss her, so I started to write my words to her bit by bit. Nana, the music of the Sky City in the music box is flowing, just like how I miss you. Are you okay in heaven?
Nana, do you still remember the bluestone path you once walked, do you still remember the cherry blossom tree in the school, do you still remember you and I sitting on the lawn under the starry sky in a daze, you said, you want to be a star, even if it is not so shining, you can still see me.
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