On rainy nights, there are strong winds; music, through the rain, questions and answers, is the transmission of heart words, sneaking into the hearts of the two children in your young rainy nights.
I believe that everyone has a landscape of their own in their hearts. It has a blue color that reminds you of the light of hope during your long journey into the dark night.
There will always be tears on the cheeks of youth. A girl's tears will be remembered for a lifetime by a boy who loves her. In fact, love is the pain of the soul, because memories are like tapes that can stay in that wound repeatedly.
In the night wind, my heart trembled slightly. An old cassette will bring back memories and make you feel old times again. That tape is the entrance to a dream. Listening is the way to return. When people's memory is awakened, you can't stop thinking, so you walk back, when the night rain is coming.
Ritsuko, Sutaro's girlfriend, ran away because of the memory, because of the remnants of all the memories that the cassette brought her. Similarly, Sutaro was also awakened on such a stormy night, and the footsteps of reality caught up with the long-forgotten yesterday, running towards the direction of the light, towards the memory in his heart that was concealed by a smile.
Memory, will not forget the pure color, when your slightly hot body clings to his back, in the wind, where does your motorcycle take her?
On the blue seaside, Aki and Sutaro faced each other in the sunset once in his heart. No heart can forget the love in his heart. It is with you like a shadow, and silence will be its most perfect expression. .
The lights of the heart flicker, and the streets of the past also have such light, and the children's heart world is full of persistent courage.
Listening to the same song under the same starlight, seeking the answer of my heart, recording my own heart on the cassette, those timid words grow wings of love in the night. The cassette is the voice of the heart, and the cassette allows the voice of the heart to be passed on to the person you miss. Waiting for your answer, waiting for a tacit smile to bloom on your face, the warm sunshine wraps the two young children, and the warmth in the sight fills the whole world.
You return in the season of falling leaves, but there are only your figure and her voice on the steps of the past, and you can no longer find the right of the world, only the world in your mind is full of your face.
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