Last spring, I found her alone on a park bench looking at the cherry blossoms. - She looked up at the cherry tree, and she was alone with a sad face, about to burst into tears... and seemed to be holding back. - She had a sad look on her face, so much so that she unintentionally called out to me. - Later, she heard that she had just broken up with her boyfriend at the time, and that day, they were immersed in memories at the place where they had seen cherry blossoms together. - Ever since I met her, she's always looked somewhat lonely, and I wonder if she can't entertain herself...? - She always felt uneasy. - Still, in an effort to entertain her, I went out to places she wouldn't normally go, went out on a night out on the town, tried various things about her, and laughed from the bottom of my heart. I never saw her with that face. - One day, half a year after she lost herself and stopped contacting her, she found her in the night town of Shinjuku. - She wears gaudy make-up, loose-fitting clothes, and short skirts that are different from when she first met. From young people to old salaried workers, she smiled when she called out to a wide range of men. - When she realized that it wasn't herself who could make her smile, but that she was a man other than herself, her eyes became pitch black and she stood there. She gave up and she doesn't remember how she got back to her house after that... - All I know for certain is that she's out in the city at night, still talking to a man she doesn't know and smiling with a big smile on her face...