Time flies by and June is approaching again in a blink of an eye. If possible, I really hope to skip this month and this day. Just as Shiba said: In the world of mortals, there are no ifs, only buts. So this day has become the grayest day for everyone who loves you. The you with long hair, the you with shallow dimples when you smile, the you with a gruff face, the you who would say that raising a cat is worse than raising a dog. . . So many of you, we have never forgotten.