That poem by Priest Saigyou...

Was it cherry blossoms?

Or was it plum blossoms?

You know,

that "let me die in spring, under the blossoming trees" thing.

I wonder which season was it?

Because this is the south, so there are many fancy flowers I've never seen before.

So there is a place like this too—was what I thought.

Although this is the front line, there are only girls here.

Frolicking.

However.

I thought to myself that if we were to die,

a beautiful place like this would be nice.