The speed of cherry blossoms falling is five centimeters per second. What should I do to get you? Is the flower falling without sorrow? Or should we say that love is bound to lead to sorrow?
I don't know how to choose the right answer. Perhaps it can be said that the only way back is to make a mistake that makes you unable to turn back.
Intention: Many people may have a kind of pathology, but they are just the norm.