In spring.

The sky is blue.

And small pink flies in the blue average frequently.

 

Of the flowing pink they gradually increase with quantity frequently when do eyes aside later.

 

I tear off pink blown off on cheeks and stare.

 

"Cherry tree…."

 

Small cherry blossom petals.

 

It is a figure of the people to look up at over one in the shower of the cherry blossom petals that jumped in the head which half still lies down.

 

Do you cry? Well, do you laugh?

Though it may be far and does not see it, she who stands there looks up at the top and bathes in cherry blossom petals and seems to close my eyes calmly.

 

The figure had the beauty that I could not express at all, and herself seemed to bring the cherry tree.

 

"…Beautiful……."

 

"Taeyeon goes!"

 

"………."

 

"Taeyeon is not really in time!"

 

"…Yes, I go."

 

The feeling that a fantastic picture was shown.

 

The picture is not forgotten and sometimes still remembers it.

 

That…Was it a dream?

That…It would be who.

That person on earth….