The forest is enclosed in fog. The densely growing trees are bathed in refreshing green. Winds blow out through the forest, and the pure-white fog spreads over it. Our hot breaths warm each other's cheeks. Who is it? Who is that over there? That man, deep within the green forest. It's you, isn't it.

Withered leaves... Are the yellow leaves proof of adulthood? Or are they a symbol telling the end of love?

It is you. "Aino Minako." One word is fine, call me by that. Are you giving your attention to a new love? If you are, then please don't come to see me. No, that's not it. You don't have to say a thing. You only came in silence to see me. I understand. Your warm sighs bring warmth to my cheeks. For that, I am happy.