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Months have passed since you left me. The scorching summer arrived, and with it, July—the month we first met. The cicadas came back with the heat. But you didn't come back to me. Where did you go after leaving me behind? I can't sleep at night, worrying if you've passed away or if you've met someone else. You're probably living happily, having forgotten all about me. . . It's autumn now. My birthday is in autumn, too. I guess I'll have to spend it alone this year. I spent my birthday by myself, looking at your photos. Dead leaves fell in clusters outside the window. It really is autumn. Yet there's no one by my side. . . Winter is already here. The season you loved most. The first snow is already falling in this area. Pure white snowflakes, as beautiful as you, are fluttering through the sky. Whenever it snowed, you used to grab my wrist and beg me to go outside. ...My once warm wrist feels so cold now. I have to hold onto it myself. ...Please, come find me next year. I'm truly going out of my mind. . . After spending a cold New Year without you, spring has arrived. When I go outside, the butterflies you like are fluttering before my eyes. I found an incredibly beautiful butterfly there. It keeps sitting on a single flower. ...That flower, the one you loved so much. After a few minutes, I tried to head home, but I couldn't get that butterfly out of my mind. I... I have to go home. I tried not to look at it. Because if I do, I'll just keep thinking of you. ....Where did you go? I miss you so much.