It is a story of 20 years ago.
At that time my friend was hospitalized due to illness.
It was when I and my other friend went to her room.
She should have been lying on the bed at that time.
When I was going up the stairs, I passed with a person who looks exactly like that, I chased after that, but I could not catch up with it at all.
And I did not know the room where she was supposed to be.
I heard it later, but then she was in the intensive care room.
In the following week I met her and talked to her, but she ended that weekend.
She seemed to have been sick a bit in the spirit, when I left the patient's room saying that I and my friend would go home, I was crying like I had never heard of it before.
I still remember what it was like to whine in the ward.
How about this story?