The so-called growing up means looking down on what was originally valued and valuing what was originally looked down upon. When the clouds are light and the wind is light, it is a little beauty and gentleness to smile at the breeze sweeping the clouds, so that the pure voice floats with the wind. A touch of joy, a touch of sadness, a touch of ecstasy ... If you have met flowers in countless cycles, please tell me that each flower is a tear of white clouds, falling from the sky and slowly blooming with sadness. I miss the flowers you forgot. In the past, Tokyo was blank, and the cherry blossoms in Paris erased my only one. ......