The wind passed by... And disturbed the faded red paper among the treetops. She gently tied it with her own wish, her desire to see someone. She stopped under the old locust tree, and the old city was empty of old dreams. Between the rippling leaves, I could hear the sound of the wind blowing the red paper. She couldn't remember her appearance, her name, or anything about her, but she knew that she didn't just care about her. The soft wind is mixed with broken petals, which fall on the heart, so the crazy love turns into babble and dissipates at the end of the old city. ["What wish did you write?"] "I won't tell you until you grow up..." When you grow up, the sea at the end of time will know the unspeakable feelings. ["Can you really only be my teacher?"] Something is missing, something is too much, or something is missing. In the end, it became a blank space in a long life, and maybe there were scattered memories about her in the scattered memories. If you are included in this IF, maybe you will make the same wish as me. {Like you}