I can't help sticking out my tongue.
hum
Cold and soft
ah
Seems to remember something.
That's right.
I have done the same thing before.
When exactly?
I don't understand anymore.
"Snowflakes" and "Snowflakes"
I'm on the phone.
I wish I could remember the same thing I did before.
But ... . . . .
But I don't remember anything.
I look like a child with amnesia.
Lost in the snow.
I really want to think about this.
The city seems fascinated by forgetting.
It doesn't remind me of my previous sadness.
Or is it really the magic of amnesia?
I don't understand.
Hold the falling snowflakes with your hands.
It melted quickly.
Ah, I see.
snow
Is pure
She wants me to find the memory by myself.
I lost my memory.
Snowflakes fall down
I want to find my own memory.
Let me see.
I can't help crying.
I'm running to find my memory. . . . . .
I've been looking for my memory.