Karakura Town is a fairly quiet town. Especially at night.
He slowly walked up to the roof, and unexpectedly saw the figure of the man. Under the bright and cold moonlight, the girl slowly turned around.
At that moment, he suddenly remembered that evening when they first met.
That day, the fire clouds in the west were blooming in full swing. The man was sitting on the roof of the Zhenyang teaching building with his back to him, but he was wearing a long red furisode that was incompatible with the school uniform, as if he wanted to blend into the sunset. The slightly curly long black hair flowed straight down from her back and spread all over the floor casually, like an ink-colored mandala, blooming leisurely in the gentle breeze of midsummer.
There seems to be a slightly sweet and fresh breath floating in the air.
So from then on, he could never break free from this memory.
Even in the twenty years she was gone, he would still think of her uncontrollably every sunset.
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Background music: Sakamoto Maaya's "Rain no Fall"
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