No matter how many years have passed, I have forgotten all the hatred and sorrow, the cause and the result. I have even forgotten his appearance, and I cannot forget his smell. Countless times in my dreams at midnight, I seem to smell that smell. It reminds me in the clear day, slaps me on the city wall, and disturbs me in the middle of the night.
I know.
There has been no autumn in my world for a long time, and he has gone with my autumn.