... on that blindingly bright day ...
　　... on that very day of winter ...
　　This is a story of disease and suffering;
　　of medication and adverse effects;
　　of thoracotomy scars and cellular poisons;
　　of the living who cannot help but to die and of the dying who cannot help but to live;
　　of a resting place other than "on 7F" or "at home".
　　This is a story of so many things.
　　But most of all ...
　　This is the story
　　of a girl whose heart was standing still
　　and a boy whose breath was being stolen away,
　　both of whom die.