His father remarried and Shihori became my stepmother. But she left. For several years after that, Shihori invited me to go on a trip. I restrained my disappointment and headed for Shihori. When he was still married, the relationship between him and his father suddenly deteriorated. I cried every day, and I could only comfort myself. My father gradually moved away from home. I think it was inevitable for me to have a relationship with men and women. My father noticed such a relationship and drove us out. I couldn't do anything. After a while, I started living alone. And today again, I am jealous of Shihori. It was a few years ago, and I looked a little thin, but my smile remained old-fashioned. There were a lot of things I wanted to say and hear, but there was no word. He noticed me, laughed and held hands. He kissed me. I asked for each other. I can't get back to life any few years after I couldn't see you. I overwhelmed myself so as to spare time. When I woke up, I didn't exist. I became anxious if it was a dream. Shihori hugged me with a smile that seemed to be in trouble. There is a shihori next to me now. I'm not leaving anymore, and it seems that my journey in the dark has finally passed through the tunnel.