I think it doesn't matter. Anyway, I have long been used to being alone. You stand at the door with your head raised. Your father said that this child has a bad temper. I think it doesn't matter. I just want Sumire.
I turned my head and wanted to hand the book in my hand to her, but I saw that she was lost in thought and her eyes were wandering. So, I know that one day, you will all leave me.