It is always snowing in December here. On a bench next to the railway station, there is a lady named Yumi Ishiyama, sitting silently and solemnly and solemnly with a longing expression. Her grey hair reveals her old age and her face is as pale as a ghost in the freezing cold. Busy crowds of working adults and school children throng the railway station after a hard day of work. Without fail, her eyes are always fixed on the crowds of people rushing hastily onto the train, while she continues her wait every day.
Every morning, when dawn breaks, she will appear, sitting and waiting on that familiar stone bench. From morning till night, her lonely figure disappears down the road only after the last train leaves. In her hands, she holds a medium-sized envelope, gazing at its contents while time flies. There is a photograph- yellow with age, she hugging him. They had only just defeated X.A.N.A at that time. Looking at that photograph, she smiles.
There is also a small slip of paper – "The war is ending. Wait for me" Signed: Your husband, Ulrich. Looking at that slip of paper, she weeps bitterly.
That day, the snow fell as usual. Yumi fell asleep on that bench. She slept through the afternoon, the evening and the night. In her hands, she held the original envelope with an additional slip of paper:
"My dear, I can't wait for you to be back. I need to go first. When you left, our kids were just one. Forty years later, I've grown old, where are you?"
Signed: Your love, Yumi
In the corner of her eyes, her tears had frozen.