This is one of my 911 stories * 2002年に書いたものです。フィクションです。*About the people after 911.*The title is from "April in Paris", a famous jazz standard.

April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom
Holiday tables under the trees
April in Paris, this is a feeling
No one can ever reprise

I never knew the charm of spring
Never met it face to face
I never knew my heart could sing
Never missed a warm embrace, till

April in paris, whom can I run to?
What have you done to my heart?