Naturally, the stage lights carry heat. But this isn't because of the lights. At the heat that sharply awakens my senses, I blinked once more. The decorations on my costume fluttered, and I caught my breath. I feel as if my courage has been stolen by someone, like an empty box of sweets. Nervousness tickles my chest like a collapsing dam, but I can't only look at pretty things. Yes, if this is the path you have walked. I am more than willing to follow. I want to chase your footsteps.

...Surely, those were the days I thought so. Why do you have that expression on your face? I was happy just to stand in the same place as you. But you, remaining as my senior, look so fragile that it seems you might break at any moment.