Time passes gradually, like floating flowers falling into a stream, quietly and unnoticeably.
Shinohara always thought that the friendship between him and Tezuka would go on like this. Until that day, snowflakes danced in the night sky and fell silently on the ice. The dim lights dispersed softly, and the two figures were intertwined. Shinohara buried her head in Tezuka's coat and tightly hugged his waist. She was as slender as ever. Shinohara raised her head and stared at his handsome and delicate face...
Suddenly, he lowered his head and kissed Shinohara's soft lips gently. At that moment, Shinohara thought it was an illusion. It was the white elves flying in the sky that stopped on his lips, and the surroundings were silent...