必死に追いかけた。 ヒールが折れるまで。 振り返ることなく去っていった彼の背中が彼女の目にこびりついて離れない。

『プロポーズを受けたあの日に帰りたい』 そう願ってもバスは来ない。 歩いて進むしかない現実が腕の傷よりもずっと痛い＿。

I desperately chased after him. Until my heel broke. His back, which had left without looking back, stuck in her eyes and wouldn't go away.

I want to go back to the day he proposed to me. Even if she wished that, the bus would not come. The reality that she has no choice but to continue on foot hurts much more than the scars on her arms.