(I don't love you, but for this bet, we must be together)
The city tower is immersed in the warm afterglow. The young man stands with his hands behind his hands and looks at the world. Falling flowers and maple leaves commemorate the beautiful moment together. The passing time carries the sound of the ancient bell into his ears. The sadness of Kyoto seems to be understood only by the young man standing on the city tower. The past has faded, but the wound in his heart is still aching. The girl's final love has not yet been defined. He just wants to listen to it again to know whether he made the wrong choice.