Pedaling slowly, leaves rustling under her bicycle's tires. I still remember, Daddy... every pedal stroke echoes your laughter.
Intro Every evening, as the warmth of the autumn sun wanes, Ayame pedals her bicycle along the woodland path—her father’s presence a lingering ghost by her side.
Now an aged woman, she retraces the route beside the dried-up lake, waiting for a reunion that time has stolen from her.
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