I have passed through your life, and your face waiting for you in the years is like the blooming and falling of a lotus.
Maki looked at Hoshino, smiled and said to Hoshino: "I am just a passer-by in your life."
Hoshino held Maki's trembling hand gently: "In my heart, you are not just a passerby."
If March does not come, the catkins will not bloom, and your heart will be like a small lonely city.
The clatter of my horse's hooves was not just a beautiful mistake.