Could it be the same with you, on a night full of deja vu and full of hints, you suddenly think of a certain person, that person may have always lived in your heart, maybe because it has always lived like that, so you don’t deliberately to remember. You are even careful to forget, like a taboo in a vacuum that you have not allowed yourself to touch for so many years. However, will you do the same, suddenly recalling, without any reason. Everything that has happened hit your heart, like a typhoon when it suddenly came, it was extremely turbulent. So you know, over the years, you haven't forgotten.
Do you remember that it also rained at that time, do you remember that the girl in uniform said a word, do you remember that she said that every beginning is a new continuation, do you remember that she was calm and quiet face.
Do you remember the row of stairs facing the sea, do you remember the girl's coffee-yellow skirt, do you remember her white shirt and half-length hair, do you remember her arrogant say something.
Do you remember the asphalt road that leads to the sea in the small town, do you remember the beautiful sentences that were read on the radio, do you remember the woman in white sneakers sitting in the back seat of your motorcycle talking loudly , do you remember the dazzling rice on both sides of the road as it matures.
Do you remember.
Do you still remember love?
At that time, the sun shined through the window and reflected mottledly on the desks and chairs in the classroom. Do you remember the wind blowing through the woman's hair, or she said, "I do".
The wind blows over the grass, over the sea, over the swing you often go to, over the rooftop where you look at her from afar. The wind, blowing through your boyhood, blew away her white hat.
You were asked the same question many years ago, do you remember you gave the same answer.
Years ago someone wrote your names side by side, do you remember her standing on a rock on the top of a mountain, slowly falling down in a white dress.
Do you remember that you used to run, you ran hard again and again, do you remember that you saw the self more than ten years ago, he whistled past you, ran through the silent hospital corridor, and the echo boomed.
"When a person dies, does love die with it?"
And what about love?
That woman, that woman called Aki, that Aki as tough as ferns and dinosaurs.
At that time, you were walking in a noisy town, with silence in your ears and tears streaming down your face.
That's all in the past.
In those dappled boyhood days, you tried your best to love, and later, love never came back.
are still there.
The classroom is still there. The hospital is still there. The piano in the auditorium is still there. The chemistry lab is still there. The lockers are still there. The tapes you exchanged are still there. The photo studio is still there. The photos you took are still there. The road, which has been leading into the sea, is still there.
You just suddenly remember it, like a farewell ceremony that is about to end a certain period of time, you finally allow yourself to remember it, allow yourself to remember everything in the colorful and beautiful hallucinations.
And love, after all, is only a fraction of an eternity. You exhausted your youth, and it is a painful youth after all.
promise. The only thing a living man can do is keep his promises.
At this time, it is another typhoon passing through. The typhoon allows you to remember everything that happened. You know, it is the storm that blows in your heart. It has been blowing down many years ago, and it has continued to rain.
Later, in the center of the world, a gust of wind, a wind like magic, blew away all the unease and entanglement.
For the love that is only one part of the eternal length, when we have the courage to remember a little bit, it is time to say goodbye.
"Calling for Love at the Center of the World". This night, during your teenage years, I cried several times.
For anyone, forever is still so long, after all, it is, past.
View more about Crying Out Love in the Center of the World reviews
