Eleven years ago, the boy was in his prime.
Lost in love, unintentional, the reunion after eleven years turned out to be like this.
However, it is the same cherry blossoms and beautiful sunshine, and the smile as bright as the cherry blossoms has not changed.
That is the only constant color among the endless flowers blooming and falling.
I stretched out my hand in vain, unable to grasp the pure white.
Even though time has passed, things have changed and people have changed.
The pure white falling snow is blooming as before.