This is a true story. Three days after the winter solstice, I saw her last tapes... And her body at her home. This is a true story, but it is so unreal that people can't grasp it. I often wonder, are these all true? Even though I don't want to believe it anymore, it is true. As Conan Doyle said in his novel:
//After removing all the impossible factors, the one thing left, even if it is hard to believe, is a fact. //
Sometimes her body would appear in my dreams. I wanted to grab it with my hands, but there was nothing I could do. I could only let it appear again and again, until I went crazy and died...