The girl climbed an incredibly long flight of stairs and then left.

She survived a tough war, had children, and grandchildren, and was able to meet their children.

She had looked forward to seeing the cherry blossoms in her last spring. But she left without seeing those cherry blossoms.

There are no more stairs. In the light that fills the air ahead, there must be the view she wished for.

Great-grandmother. Thank you very much. Goodbye.