The bleak cherry blossom trees and the decadent garden look even more poignant and sad when caressed by the July summer wind. The tranquil blue sky has no shadow of white clouds.
This was the third time he came to this place. The feeling of loneliness began to swirl around him from the moment he stepped in. It was never blown away by the gentle breeze, and it has always been diffused like this...
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