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大将 2025/07/03 17:04:12
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You walk along the starry stone pavement.
Just a step and a half ahead, bustling as if angry.
In the crowded marketplace,
you weave smoothly with your slender legs,
pushing through the noisy crowds of people.
The storefronts are filled with light,
and the glittering goods are dazzling and vivid.
The sweet steam of hot chocolate,
carried by the scent of cinnamon, warms the night.
In the hustle and bustle of this winter day,
you were surely responsible for not losing sight of that small shoulder.
"What are you doing? Don't get separated from me," you say,
turning around.
You nod back, then immediately turn ahead.
Just a step and a half ahead,
you walk with the utmost caution,
so as not to get any further away.
Occasionally, you catch his glance as he glances back,
pretending not to notice, you follow him.
If you realize that he has noticed,
the moment you do,
this sacred step and a half will suddenly lengthen and disappear.
In the light of the Christmas Eve moon, you walk.
Just a step and a half ahead, more gently and carefully than anyone else.
The next day, Trainer was found cold on the bench,
and Yoshimura and Murata quietly passed away in the hospital.