Missing becomes a line and spreads in time. It is so long that it can cut the world into two sides. He is at the other end of spring. Your autumn leaves have just fallen. Leaves have just fallen... If we never see each other again, let you miss it by memory. Originally, this love can be remembered perfectly. His appearance has changed. There is the smell of a new partner... At that moment, you finally find that the person you once loved deeply has disappeared from this world as early as the day of farewell - "Memorial"