The new phase of the moon shines upon the endless darkness.

The tree full of cherry blossoms scatters its beauty like romantic flakes, just like it was always.

That's where it all begins, again, beneath the starry firmament.

The pain appears everytime at that moment every single day, when the moon fades away from the horizons.

It was loneliness.

Deep loneliness.

The feeling was roaring despite the fragrance that drags me out of where I am, to the place I never expected to go if I had choice,

I was there again.