When this pandemic began in 2020, I lost control like people around the world. I shared almost all my time with my parents. I searched for photos of my family in the past. I walked where my late grandparents lived in Tokyo. Then I tried to connect the present and the past. It was a kind of spatiotemporal movement as if I went back to where my soul had been.
In April, my father said, "This year's cherry blossoms don't look beautiful at all." I couldn't help feeling the death from the scattered cherry blossoms. Our military song says,
"Since we are flowers, we are doomed to fall. Let us fall magnificently for the country."
My grandfather went to the Pacific War. He came back and gave birth to the daughter who gave birth to me. I think it's a miracle. There are countless reasons why I wasn't born here.