If I had lived in his time, I would have written angrily to those who scolded him and argued with him. I would grab a coat and trot to him, asking him to squat down and put it on me. Go to Ginza and pretend to have met by chance, then drag his hand and sulk among a bunch of women. During the New Year, I went to Sensoji Temple to seek love from the guardian, and during the Summer Festival, I kissed under the fireworks. I went to his hometown to eat apples in Tsugaru, lay on his lap and write with him, holding the manuscript paper and crying. I feel like he is helpless when it comes to women's tears. Will he wipe them away in a hurry and then kiss me?
Intention: You are my third type of entertainment between love and life.