Once upon a time, there was someone who loved you for a long time, but the wind wanted to blow the gradual distance so far. He threatens to accompany you through the rest of your life, but he always gets lost halfway through. Probably some people are like this, saying they love you without warning, and then leaving quietly. No one is your world, so why make memories longer than they have passed. In the future, these regretful stories and loves, as well as the people who tell the story, will go down against the wind. On the way to liking the world and you, I am alone.