This is the third year that Miura Haruma has turned into the sky. This is also the fifteenth year that I have liked him. I had a dream about this story. I cried so hard in my dream that I felt like my bones had been ripped out when I woke up, and I couldn't stop crying when I woke up. Because reality is crueler than dreams, he has actually left us for three years. Maybe it was his dream, hoping that the people who loved him would not forget him. This article is just to commemorate Haruma Miura, who I turned into the sky.
Purpose: To commemorate Haruma Miura