The bustling night market is in full swing even at the third watch, showing no signs of quieting down until dawn.

Petals are embroidered upon the river surface one by one by the moonlight, so how could one not enjoy such a sight?

I stepped out to enjoy the scenery, but what caught my gaze upon the bridge was a woman.

Did you come here with the same intent as I? The woman was already entranced by the exquisite view upon the water, not even realizing my presence.

I kept her in my eyes for a long time before finally returning to my quarters, but I could not forget that figure and tossed and turned for a while. Thus, I walked the same place at the same time every day.

It had been seven days. Since I last saw that simple figure appearing gracefully amidst the falling blossoms.

I gathered my hands inside my sleeves and controlled my breathing, yet before I knew it, I was heading toward your back. I lean casually against the bridge railing and vaguely turn my head.

You've been standing here lost in thought every week.

A chuckle escaped me at the defenselessness of you turning around in surprise. Now that you finally notice me, the time equivalent to seven nights between us seems to finally crumble away.

Why do you look at me so?

Rather than watching the night river alone, it would be much better to hear a funny story of mine. What say you?