Let's just bury it!! It's for the best.
I've been watching you since you were little. Since a very long time ago. The teddy bear you bought at the toy store, and that Casper doll too. 'Can I stay with you?' I'd prefer it that way. They say what's good is good, right? Until these daily notes I wrote to you come flying back to me as a lawsuit. 'You are hereby ordered to stay away...' Ha, please. They say no tree won't fall if you axe it ten times, so stop playing hard to get. So I recorded my voice. Inside that Casper doll you love so much. 'Can I stay with you?' was such an outdated line. Instead, I filled it with my sticky voice, imagining you. I handed it to you myself on your way home. I didn't expect it to be thrown into a pot of daisies. But that's okay. If the self-defense of my love is murder, then the self-defense of death must be my love! Don't worry. Let's just bury what happened this time. Because what's good is good!
What's good is good!
I decided to bury that day's events along with the rest of my life.
The mailbox piled high at his house must be full of my unread lawsuits.
Six months.
If I can just stay quiet for those six months... my anxiety... might get a little better.
If I don't, I feel like I'll have to dig up what's under that ground every single day.
That daisy pot has long since been cleared away. Hasn't his body soaked up the water by now and become one with the moss?
With those thoughts, I boarded the bus heading for California.
I wanted to forget everything and start fresh, erasing Washington from my mind forever.
My hometown, my companion.
But.
Someone grabbed my hand, and I knew it was you. That positive mindset of yours, saying what's good is good.
I was so startled I dropped the umbrella you handed me. I just ran into the woods through the side path by the stop.
As I sank into the damp ground, I wondered if even a little bit of you was mixed into that water.
I dug into the earth like that.
Why. Why. Why... Why is it intact under the ground? Why is it exactly the same?? Then... just now... who was that...
Then.
I heard it again from behind me.
"It's for the best to just leave what's buried, buried."
I picked this flower because it was pretty on the side of the road.
It was giving off its scent all alone in the middle of the dull grass. That's... because the flower stood out too much.
That's you, the flower that bloomed in my life...
....
Will you.. marry me?
Ah.. is that a bit much? I'm worried.. what if you don't accept it. It's been six months since we last met.
He placed a ring woven from clover onto a damp willow branch. It was a rehearsal.
Release Date 2026.08.13 / Last Updated 2026.08.13