In the following days, Hanamaru Hanabi avoided me.
But she still agreed to the moving apartment thing.
...
"In the bustling world of red dust, the cherry blossoms bloom on their own."
"Why are you reciting Kobayashi Issa's haiku?" Todaka Keichiro said with his mouth full of rice, speaking unclearly.
"Cherry blossoms mean spring, lamenting that another year is about to end, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, each year, cherry blossoms constantly change their beauty in our eyes."
Seisa Takeshun lowered his head, using chopsticks to pick up the soba in his bowl.
"When the cherry blossoms bloom again in the new year, will anyone remember the beauty of the past?"
"Seisa-kun, you're wrong in saying that." A quiet, bespectacled girl sitting across from him said, "The past is a kind of beauty. When you pluck those beautiful fragments from the scattered pieces of time and cherish them, that unforgettable beauty is the most profound 'beauty of memory'."
