作品紹介
One rainy spring day when cherry blossoms dance.
When I went to the hospital to visit a friend who was hospitalized after a motorcycle accident, I met a girl.
In the middle of our casual conversation, she suddenly said something that slammed into my heart, mixed with her anger.
"Hey! You're going to die."
"What, suddenly. Don't say strange things."
I rolled my eyes and looked at the girl.
What is the identity of that girl !?
※"Hona!", this word, etc. is a Kansai dialect of Japan.
Sorry if it's hard to read because I'm not used to translating English.
I would be happy if you could read it in the atmosphere.
May love and hope reach you.
※This story is a fiction. No association with any real person, organization or event.
（『雨粒。』の英語版になります。）
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