To Taro Yoshikawa (March 29, 2025)

(This is a very personal letter, but since I don't know which will reach you better—sending it to the Family Club or casting it into the sea of the internet—I've decided to cast it into the sea of the internet as well, clinging to a faint hope.)

Hello, I am writing to you as I always do.
It seems more than three weeks have already passed since the day of the announcement.
Even when I think that the day after tomorrow is the day, I somehow cannot grasp the reality of it at all.

It has been a little over 1,200 days since I started liking you, Taro-kun, and when I counted the number of times I went to see you the other day, it was 271 times. I don't know if this is a lot or a little, but by simple calculation, that means I have seen your face once every 4.5 days, so at least during this period, I think I have seen your face more than my parents' faces (laughs).
I was able to count my ticket stubs like this, but I still cannot bring myself to look at the notebooks I wrote in during your concerts and stage performances. There are probably over 20 of them in total. I hope to open them and look back on the memories someday, but it seems it is still a little too early for me.

During these 1,200-plus days, it was undoubtedly you, Taro-kun, who gave me energy through your performances, gave me energy with your sparkling smile, gave me so much happiness through your fan service, and kept me alive.
You might think I'm exaggerating, but it really is true.
I am not saying this in an exaggerated way; it is undoubtedly you who kept me alive.

Not only that, but watching you, Taro-kun, shine brighter and brighter every single day, I felt that effort really does manifest in visible results and that it really does reach the people watching. Thanks to that, I was able to think that I should do my best, that I have to do my best.
It is also thanks to you that I was able to do my best in my daily life. This is not an exaggeration either.

Even though I received so much from you, there was nothing I could return to you, but I kept writing letters hoping that at least a little bit of my gratitude would reach you.
I don't know how far they reached, but if even a little, just a little, of my gratitude reached you, and if, hopefully, it provided even a little bit of support, there is nothing that would make me happier.

As I wrote in my previous letter, the words I kept writing, 'I hope your dreams come true, Taro-kun,' and 'Please let me support you for a long time to come'—my feelings have not changed one bit since I started writing them.

Whatever Taro-kun's next path may be, even if it is a place I cannot see, I will always, always pray for your dreams to come true.
And, from the bottom of my heart, I am rooting for you.

Perhaps our paths will cross again somewhere, so I will not write a farewell.

But, thank you very much.

The fact that I have lived supported by you, and that I will continue to live supported by those memories—this is the one thing that will never change, no matter what happens.
No matter how many words of gratitude I pile up, it is not enough.
Thank you, truly, truly, so much.

I've written at length again, I'm sorry. Thank you for reading until the end.
The weather is busy, getting warm and then cold, but please take care of yourself.

May all of Taro-kun's dreams come true.
I will continue to support you for a long time to come.

I love you.

2025.3.29

P.S.
Today, the food at a restaurant I happened to pass by and enter was very delicious, and it made me feel happy. I hope that not only big happiness, but also many small happinesses like this will come to you, Taro-kun.
Oh, I know many delicious places to eat in Tokyo, so please contact me anytime if you want to know! In return, please tell me a recommended Iekei ramen shop.
I hope you eat lots of delicious food, sleep well, and continue to shine forever on your new path.