Sixteen years ago, it was a street market.
That man, who was like a pillar of strength, carried me through the world of fireworks.
Eight years ago, he suffered from lung cancer.
Among all the busy adults, I became the most useless person.
Eight years later, the same history happened again.
I don't want to remain powerless.
At least if I can't be there in person.
Then please let me try to do something.
This is a documented story.
Recording all the things that have always been extremely precious to me.
Irregular updates
[Maybe I will feel naive when I think about it in the future, so I will change or delete it drastically.
Look and cherish.
Intention: Be faster and work harder to love those who love you~