At 4:30 in the morning in a foreign country, I was running in Hoshizuku 2-chome in the midsummer. When the wind passed by, I felt that this street, which belongs to gay faces all over the world, only belongs to me at this moment. We were like being blown apart, wandering in pieces on this street, and the summer night was with us.The glass marbles exploded behind me, running rampant in the vending machine aisle. As I ran, I looked up. Those were the long-lost stars in urban Japan. The clouds were thin and flowing like water. He held me with one hand, and the other hand swung with the curvature of the air.Like a plane crash.