Last spring, I found one on a park bench looking at the cherry blossoms. Looking up at the cherry tree, one person looked sad and was about to start crying ... It seemed like he was holding back. He had such a sad face that he called out to him. I heard later that he had just broke up with his boyfriend at the time and was immersed in his memories at the place where he had a cherry blossom viewing together. Since she met her, she always has a lonely face, and I wonder if she can entertain herself ...? I was always worried. Still, in order to entertain her, I tried going out to places I wouldn't normally go to, going out to the city at night, and trying various things, but I could see her with a laughing face from the bottom of my heart. There wasn't. Half a year after I lost myself and lost contact with her, I found her in the night city of Shinjuku. Wearing flashy makeup, open-hearted clothes, and short skirts, different from when I first met, I called out to the men who passed each other with a smile I had never seen before, and when I was passed by, I went to another person ... He smiled when he called out to a wide range of men, from young people to elderly salaried men. When I realized that it wasn't me who could make her smile, but a man other than myself, it was pitch black in front of me and I stood up on the spot, and then I remember how I got home. Not ... All I can tell is that she is in the city at night, calling out to a man she doesn't know today and laughing with a big smile.