Songstress knew that there was nothing more she could do. The ending had already been determined.0

Facing her looming death, she realized to her surprise that she felt no fear, only some regret.0

If possible, she would like to be back to the mezzanine level of her flower shop and laze about on the warm, cozy sofa, rewatching La La City and welcoming her end with the company of the upbeat yet melancholy tune played on a piano.0

“La la la, la la la la…”0

She sang it instead. It was as if she was brought back to the autumn night she finished...1