You seem to be standing hundreds of millions of light-years away, or even further away. But I feel everything so real.
Your voice. Your appearance. Even your slightly dim eyes
. How far. Farther than forever? Maybe those stories that have ended. Just another endless beginning.
The definition of the world becomes narrower. But it is easier to make people feel real.
"The so-called world is what radio waves can convey. The place."
From the very beginning. It was decided that the story was about distance and powerlessness. Mikako's voice was hollow and pale in the empty stairwell. The world in the distance was complex but lifeless. It was a world that could no longer be left. "Mikako said, hugging her legs. I'm no longer in that world.
There are always some people. When I leave, I will be reluctant to leave, so we start to doubt the authenticity of everything.
Idealize your youth. Maybe it's another Mikako The story with A Sheng. It's just that there is no cameo from the universe and aliens. There is no reason to feel ridiculous. What will happen may just be the two of them quietly turning around. Then you are in the east of the city and I am in the west of the city. Passing back and forth in the sky. Slowly. Sparse to forget.
The story of a boy and a girl. A feeling as clean as the rain in summer. But it is this pure feeling that makes people sensitive. It is easy to remember. It is easier to lose
Seasons, rain,
bicycles, each other. No
one knows when the relationship between Mikako and Asheng started. You can only see the road they walked together. You can only hear what they said to each other. Initial. Warm and beautiful. The sky intertwined with the yellow sunset and the blue sea. The bicycle that carries the memories of the two of them. The station where they sheltered from the rain. The school stairs that they talked to. Naturally, it is like we all experienced bits and pieces of the blurred past. But how many people are there? Will worry in those times. The future of being separated from each other.
There are few miracles of reunion in this world, but there is always no shortage of banquets about parting.
When we live in a world where everything is taken for granted, we are most vulnerable to sudden changes.
"Hey, Ashen. I'm going to drive that thing,"
Mikako said, leaning over Ashen's shoulder. Air The loneliness seems to surge suddenly. The sun in the sky is slowly going to set and dyes the sky red with the last rays of light. It is beautiful. But it is so short.
There are some things. We are doomed to be unable to escape
. How far is the distance. Is it farther than the length of my thoughts?
In the world of Nuoda, A Sheng's life is only left to wait for the mail. The longer it is, it is just that the memory will not grow profoundly in direct proportion to the time. Asheng must grow up alone.
Mikako has gone to one strange place after another. Although it is a long time, at least it is still in the world where there is Asheng. Different environments. Breathing different air, but in the end, I am still floating in the small cockpit with my legs around my body. I hold my phone tightly
. .I am 15-year-old Mikako
. After so many years, I suddenly opened my heart that had been locked. What kind of pain and joy would it be?
The emotions that seemed to have disappeared suddenly became clear and bright. Detailed So that we can clearly see the context and details. Everything about each other. Suddenly, all of them are remembered. For example, the clouds in summer, the cold rain, the breath of the autumn wind, the sound of rain falling on the umbrella, the soft soil in spring, the late night There is a reassuring feeling in the convenience store. The cool air after school, the smell of rubbing, the sound of trucks driving by at night, the smell of the asphalt road at dusk...everything. I wanted to feel it together with each other. The memories of Asheng and Mikako became clear again. Then, they were profound and indelible.
It turns out that longing can really go through time and distance. Even if they are far apart from each other.
It turned out that from the very beginning, those memories never dissipated. They have always been kept in my heart. But as time goes by, it has become deeper and deeper, and it has become the most precious memory.
Even the time and space of each other It's not the same anymore. Even if I can no longer touch your outstretched hand, I will not forget. The one I once felt with you. The eyes that looked at each other with you.
Just because. The distance of missing is endless. distant.
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