I’ll check out the alleyway.
-I arrive.
It’s been a while since I last came here.
After that incident, I’ve been avoiding this place.
There are so many things left here.
Blood, darkness…pain of death.
Memories of countless deaths of living beings.
-Those and another.
A promise I made with my hands still waiting to be fulfilled.
“-”
I’m holding a bouquet of flowers.
Flowers of offering… camellia.
Why did I bring it here? For whom did I bring it?
I don’t know myself, but I offer them in silence.
I leave the alleyway.
Could it be because I came here around the time of sunset?
Behind me closed eyes…
Beside the crimson red hill road,
A familiar, nostalgic face, and,
A promise with a classmate that could not be fulfilled.