By chance, I came all the way here to eat.

The scene before my eyes brought my thoughts back to the rainy season eight years ago, when I was still in high school.

Walking down the long corridor, that's where it all began.

This used to be a matcha shop. I remember we ordered a matcha cake. It was probably the first time I had such a delicious cake.

I don't know why, but there's a pain in my heart that makes my stomach churn, but I can't find a way to vent it.

Pain and beauty are opposite and unified. The beautiful past is always carried by painful memories.