One-way redemption, first person, short, be(?)
"It's time for the sun to go home" you said to me
"Who can own Mount Fuji with love?"
Seventeen yellowed letters accompany me, waiting for the dawn and getting through the night.
On the last day of the trip, you gave me a big paper bag with only a cherry blossom brooch in it.
You will always stay under the cherry blossom trees in Tokyo, and I will cherish your memory throughout my life.
Intention: be direction, a short story