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Early in the morning, the rain fell silently. In the early spring when cherry blossoms are flying, the sky is full of colorful flowers, and pink cherry blossoms pause the picture. The trees are lush and the wind is cold. Even if the kite runs aground in rainy days, how can gentle laughter not wrap the residual temperature?

Rain, sneaking into the time when I met KINOMOTO SAKURA. I held up an umbrella alone and stood in the rain, as if I heard the appearance of spring. When a breeze mixed with rain and flowers passes by, the faint comfort will spread with the wind and be taken to a place not far away. Sometimes I can vaguely see one or two white dandelions dancing with cherry blossoms. How far will they fly? I want them to land on a hillside facing the sea, watch the tides rise and fall, watch the clouds roll and grow up slowly …

One hundred seconds after KINOMOTO SAKURA left the branch, I came here to look for the memory of KINOMOTO SAKURA's fall. Every petal has the fragrance of cherry blossoms, just like pink stationery, warm and intoxicated. ...