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 one by one, riding the moonlight—how could one not enjoy such a sight?

I stepped out to fully enjoy the scenery, yet 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, Failing to even realize my presence.

I kept her in my sight for a long time before finally returning to my quarters, but unable to forget that figure, I tossed and turned for a while. Thus, I walked the same place at the same time every day.

It had been seven days. It was then that I saw that simple figure again, appearing faintly amidst the falling blossoms.

I clasped both hands inside my sleeves and steadied my breath, yet before I knew it, I was heading toward your back. I lean casually against the bridge railing and vaguely turn my head.

I see you standing here every week, lost in thought.

A chuckle escaped me at the defenseless way you turned around in surprise. Now that you finally recognize me, it feels as though the time equivalent to those seven nights between us has finally crumbled 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?