I remember the warm sunshine, the rooftop covered with graffiti, and the green radish wrapped around the wooden flower stand, but... I don't remember you. Under the big tree with red ribbons, mottled halo of light fell on the pure white shirt through the branches and leaves. The young man closed his eyes and stood under the tree with his hands clasped together. "This year the flowers will fall and their colors will change, but next year they will bloom again and who will be there?"