If we didn't hold the boy's arm at that time, would we be able to meet again next year? In the summer of next year, will you still sit there smiling and wait for me, and I will stand in front of you again wearing the mask you gave me. Then, you say, let's go. So, our year after year, summer after summer, once again draw a stroke in our life.
But why don't you touch him. You are kind, slender, that is your instinct, your involuntary, your best. Just as I miss you, in spring, autumn, and winter, I want to see your thoughts, so I can't help myself.
That's you who I love.
So, this question is not a bit silly.
Although, the answer is already clear.
How glad I am. It's the me who got lost in the forest and let you bump into me. Not others, not other children, not other children who went to grandpa's house for summer vacation when they were six years old. it's me. I am so glad that I met you, and spent so many summers with you. The new school uniform, when I send it out, I think I want to wear it for you to see. I want to show you the school uniform in winter. Then, the one who is holding hands by his classmates on the way to school is thinking of you.
Akin.
After you disappeared, I still miss you.
I said, I want to work with you after graduation, right?
I am here.
In the forest that spends so many summers with you, you must be still there.
Let's spend this summer together, and every summer in the future.
I like you.
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