Statue of Hidehisa Tachibana

I have been to the Indian Summer ski resort. When the wind blew on the slope of the mountain, the hanging lift swayed. There was no one around. Instead, I knew I was surrounded by people I loved. Some were sitting there, some were standing. For a while, she and everyone else looked down at the hotel's red triangular roof.
Are you doing well?
A voice came from the lift, and everyone seemed to be looking into my face all at once. I didn't answer.
I am still waiting for an answer. That's what he looks like. I am aware of that.