It was 4 o'clock in the evening, the guitarist students had just arrived to participate in the academy classes, Hiroshi had thrown his guitar case over his shoulders, his hair was casually falling around his ears and face as usual, he was looking for you, looking for you He is your classmate and friend. He saw you leaning your head against the wall while you were crying, he came forward and silently pulled you towards him and placed your head on his chest: here, It's not cold anymore cry here