Looking down from outside the playground, there are cherry blossoms in bloom, beautifully blooming as if to say that their season has come.
A boy came to me with those cherry blossoms and many things that could never happen to me, and it felt like spring was coming to my frozen heart.
But... as if to say that it was my mistake, winter came to my heart again.
Anyone who has tasted spring once never wants to go back to winter.
Would you like to hear my story... no, our story, as we struggle not to return to winter?
