When we meet, it may already be spring.
The wind blew softly, and the flowers bloomed quietly.
Then even the story that I yearned for in this life was just broken in time.
I also hope that we can still go on bravely.
It really took me a long, long time to understand.
What kind of people and things are what I really miss.
That time that can never be returned to, that young man, left behind a foreshadowing, let's explore and recall it bit by bit in the future...