This was like a poem flowing,,,, flowing through the flying cherry blossoms, touching the drifting snow flakes, trying to meet with the sky riding on the wings of the bird,,,,, a poem which fell as tears from the eyes of akari,, a poem which was etched on the snow splattered glass window of the train through which takaki's distant gaze marked his eternal wait.. a poem written on the tracks of the lives of everyone,, moving 5 centimeters away from each other,, each second....
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