"That autumn, when the leaves were falling, do you remember the path covered with maple leaves?" "Remember, of course, you kissed me for the first time there." "You even beat me up!" "It would be strange if I didn't beat you, okay?" We are born cowardly, and this cowardice is based on the fact that I don't want to leave you. The maple leaves blocked half of your face, and I saw half of your smile. I reached out to grab the smile that was about to disappear. Since then, I have been holding it tightly in my hand, so that when I opened my hand, it was full of smiles. I admit that I am not very brave, and I look even more cowardly to you, but I am willing to do so.
Intention: Those who chase the light will carry the light and bring hope to everyone