The cherry blossom is the most cruel tree. The more corpses buried under its roots, the more brilliant it blooms, as radiant as the morning glow and sunset. The beauty of when the cherry blossoms fall all over the sky, the beauty that people stay at that moment to watch. The corpse under the tree may be transformed into the beauty of the petals. Those wounds can only be covered with threads. Stitch by stitch, those pains can only be endured, when and with what kind of mentality. Those bets we have lost, those who let us understand what life is and what darkness is, we should all be grateful. Thank them for letting us learn to use needles and threads to mend.