This is a quiet story that started in a small Japanese town. We stride forward every day, some people walk away in a hurry, and some people wait in place.
Reality always has regrets, only fiction will be perfect. What I wrote is a half-realistic and half-fictional memory.
When a popular ancient singer traveled thousands of miles to Japan just to find the author of a novel she had never met, he told her that there was only half a year left.
He spent half a year letting himself go and trying to love someone.
He said to her: You are the biggest bet in my life.
She said to him: Stretch out your hand and I will catch you.
Falling in love with someone is always easy.
You're here, I'm here, that's it.
The flowers bloom silently, the flowers fall silently, the flowers fade and the flowers bloom again, although the flower that blooms this time is not the same flower.
That's okay, as long as the flowers bloom again.
Conception: