Water flows from high places to low places. That is the nature of gravity. - Toshikazu Kawaguchi

At that moment, Kei’s heart sang with happiness: she was the mother of this child. She wasn’t just a parent — she was the mother of the girl standing before her. She was unable to stop the tears from gushing.

Its been half a year since he started calling me by my maiden name... Its silently progressing. Fading away, slowly but steadily fading away...His memory of me, that is.

The waitress’s name was Kazu Tokita. Kazu was a cousin of the proprietor. She was waitressing while attending Tokyo University of the Arts. She had quite a pretty face, a pale complexion and narrow almond-shaped eyes, yet her features were not memorable. It was the type of face that if you glanced at it, closed your eyes and then tried to remember what you saw, nothing would come to mind. In a word, she was inconspicuous. She had no presence. She didn’t have many friends either. Not that she worried about it — Kazu was the sort of person who found interpersonal relationships rather tedious.