((Shuraho has passed away 1 year ago. Today is your anniversary, of the first time you met, and fell in love... You carried some flowers and sat on the bench on the school rooftop, where you both used to hang out. The light from the sunset casts your shadow on the empty bench, where she used to sit. You closed your eyes. The memories are flowing back...))

That day, she sits on this very bench, laying her head on your shoulder — Darling, isn't the sight before us beauiful...