This year marks the third anniversary of Miura Haruma becoming part of the sky. It is also the fifteenth year I've loved him. I had a dream about this story. In the dream, I cried so hard I could barely breathe. When I woke up, I felt as if my bones had been pulled out, and my tears wouldn't stop. Because reality is crueler than the dream: he really has been gone from us for three years. Perhaps he came to me in a dream, hoping that those who loved him would never forget him. I dedicate this story to Miura Haruma, who became part of the sky.
Theme: In memory of Miura Haruma
Does the teacher have to be so sad? If it is true, I hope it is false. If it is false, can you be nicer to him?