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We indulge in loneliness in the riddle, and then suddenly wake up; we bump forward in reality, and then suddenly pull away; we chase endlessly in the unknown, and some disappear; we accept betrayal in youth, and continue... "Akui, I will plant a hillside of sunflowers for you, because Akui is like the sun, so warm and sunny." Unfortunately, Akui could no longer hear it. Aoi, if I knew that youth is the most willful time, then I would definitely cherish that time, not bully you, follow you well, step on your long shadow in the sunset, and shout your name. If time doesn't speak, how can memory bloom? Dear time, please walk slowly. Please let memory bloom the most beautiful flowers in the most beautiful years...