They say that when a person dies their life flashes before their eyes, for me I wonder which part will be shown; my childhood, my graduation, my marriage, my father's death? These were all the images that I had expected to see, memories that I both treasure and abhor, however what I did not expect to remember was you. My husband must have wondered why I smiled as I was about to die, what sudden courage I had brought forward to challenge my death. Yet that was not the thing that made me smile, it was the precious memories that had been buried deep down, memories that the one who erased them probably never expected me to find. The recollection of the most valued and yet most painful part of my life came to me, one that I at the time had not wished to remember ever. But now I welcome my past, the years when I first fell in love, when the cherry blossom tree first showed me its true beauty. The years when I met you, Kyou.