now thinks of Sayuri, still the way she was when she was in junior high school 16 years ago.
Do not know why.
The calm winter and the bleak dead branches piled deep in my memory, the throbbing of your soft reading made ripples in my heart, and the sunlight covered your side silhouette with gold, but my eyelashes were in the words of Kenji Miyazawa. Frozen into ice.
The spring snow is transparent and affectionate.
My ding-dong smile should match your calm melody, the light color of the sunset spreads the mottled light and shadow, and the heart is like colored glaze. Walking across the dusty aisle, rubbing sleepy eyes, I saw the old and dim classroom again between my fingers.
The girl smiles like a flower, and the violin is as gentle as water.
That silhouette and melody stay in my heart forever.
Nostalgia quietly flowed from the longing eyes into a secret. Once it stretches, it is the end of a lifetime.
The tide became louder and the golden light scattered on the river bank.
What emptiness the youth is staring at, what passion is erupting after the emptiness is blocked by dreams.
"Villa Hilla" is the hope that carries the sweet dreams of youth. I can still see its pure white body, rubbing my eyes, but this familiar sky triggers the remaining memories in my brain.
Youth, dreams, partners, and the melody of your fingertips radiating with the golden sunlight. Clear as yesterday.
I opened my lips to speak, and the sound of the train was overwhelmed by the roaring train before the note, but the tremors of the railroad tracks were not as clear as the gleaming light in your eyes. recall.
The streamer crawled across the car window, leaving the fleeting beauty in a hurry. With a violin on your back on the platform, you are standing sideways in a well-behaved braid. You stepped onto the railroad tracks mischievously and nervously, raising your arms lightly, and the blue sky in the distance was as magnificent as a dream.
My world is exhausted.
It is interesting to build a plane with Takuya or it is interesting to listen to you playing the piano and reading Kenji Miyazawa. I can't compare it. I only remember the sky bluer than blue, grass greener than green, Vera Sheila who was whiter than white, and you.
The green grass undulates neatly like waves under the Xu Feng, Sayuri, your breath comes in the wind.
At that time, there was always a premonition that lingered in my heart, a premonition that seemed to be lost...The world is so beautiful.
I am most afraid to hear you recite "Spring and Shura", "Don't be frustrated by the wind, and don't succumb to the heavy rain."...
I am so weak that I am so afraid of loss.
That summer. Looking at the tower on the opposite bank, we had a small agreement.
He stayed in the day when he was buried in the depths of his memory, staying in the other side of the cloud.
You, him, Vera Sheila, leave me.
The rain and snow piled up lonely, and I stood critically on it. The plain white intertwined with snow and water, as transparent as tears.
At that time that year.
My whispers when I smiled became a firm promise in my eyes. For a time, a fleeting wish became a natural agreement. You use silence to cherish the lingering in your heart, and while you sighed, the voice of my tears resounded across the sky.
So,
I went to find you.
The other side of the cloud is the hope of life. The self in your dreams always makes me jealous.
Once agreed, I treat it as an oracle.
When I understand that many things are not as simple as mobilizing all my best friends to help with summer homework to turn things around, I will cherish it and grow.
Takuya held us into the clouds with his hands tied with plaster.
No one remembers, but no one forgets the dream that Vera Sheila wanted to break through.
Finally, the meaning of the end and the beginning is still blurred.
The air is damp, the grass is luxuriant, and the asphalt road is impulsive. The factory uncle didn't shave his beard, and only the sun was shining.
It was only that summer.
That summer was nothing but that.
But I am still obsessed with our promise that summer.
The other side of the cloud, the end of the world, or a certain dream. I will chase you to the end of the world.
Also wake you up.
All I want is you to open your eyes and listen to me say おかえり
for a "Welcome Back", I am willing to give up everything.
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