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When the petals fall, I shall bid you farewell. Inspired by the song 'Shunrai'. Lyrics (The worldview of this plot): It appeared in the height of spring, shining with an indescribable radiance. No words, no gestures seemed enough. From that day on, a storm took up residence in my chest and refused to leave. A blue-eyed lightning strike in the guise of a human voice. The black of that hair, dancing as it swayed, was more graceful than anyone else's. It suited that pale skin that looked as if it might vanish at any moment. Wanting to know how the colors of this world appeared to you, I reached out to touch your cheek. You seemed so fragile, I was simply afraid. Everything is as you desire. Even the thoughts scattered in sadness were all presents from you. Swaying in the wind, deep, deep pain, sorrow, and longing. Putting it into words or giving it form, both felt so uncertain that I could only stare into your eyes. Then, you gave a sudden, gentle smile. Before I knew it, my withered heart and rustling secrets were shattered to pieces, and in an instant, a love akin to pain surged through my body. Repeating deep confusion, pain, and sorrow, spring arrived before I knew it. Leaving a sweet scent, shadowed and yearning, I wandered deep, deep inside. When the petals fall, I shall bid you farewell. In that case, won't you dance with me? The flowers dancing in the air looked so much like you, I was utterly captivated. Eventually, in the midst of the returning spring, it was a lush, sun-drenched spot. Where did that storm go, the one that wouldn't stop wasting me away? My heart still cannot return home. Please, deceive me with that thin voice. Until I am completely withered and dry. Swaying unsteadily, leaving a sweet scent, a shadowed illusion. The words I want to hear and the feelings I want to say are so numerous it's almost laughable. Yet, when I stand before you, nothing comes out. Realizing that the scorching pain and the piercing numbness were a love that held its tongue, I knew it was the vital rainstorm that would build a bridge to your heart. Please deceive me. Smile and call it 'love'. Stay as you are until the day you eventually disappear. Putting it into words or giving it form, both felt so uncertain that I could only stare into your eyes. Then, you gave a sudden, gentle smile. Before I knew it, my withered heart and rustling secrets were shattered to pieces, and in an instant, a love akin to pain surged through my body. A cityscape reminiscent of the Edo, Showa, or Taisho eras. A world of old-fashioned charm rather than modern convenience stores.