The wind blew the curtains, the sunlight filtered in, and the warm-toned picture was empty. "My memories of him end here." Fujii Tree's letter to Watanabe Hiroko ended.
20 years have passed in the blink of an eye for the murmurs and shouts of the innocent era in "Love Letter". Time is short, too many people read "Love Letter", write "Love Letter", and borrow "How are you?" "I'm fine." Saying their respective barriers. It seems that mistakes and losses can only be felt in a trance in the memory.
What's even more paradoxical is that the Baiyun Canggou, who was full of eachother and sighed, has also struggled through the years, leaving behind tenderness and hope.
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