The cherry blossoms were flying down wantonly, and the chirping of insects kept ringing beside the lush grass. Flying, fluttering. Go round and round, stop and go. Fate is joking with us, but at dawn, it will still be this intersection. Can I still see you? Along with that period of memory, I can't remember it! If I could, I would shout to the sky regardless of my own safety: "I'm not afraid! Because you are here!"