Aqua: It’s like what my mother left me scatters away. I want to hear it again, yet I don’t want to hear it again. One more time… I want to see her, yet I don’t want to see her. This kind of feeling, what was it called again?

Kana: Hm?

Aqua: What do you call this kind of feeling again?

Kana: Friend A.

Aqua: You exist inside spring.