In those days there was nothing.
So I was able to enter that world, no matter how small.
Everything was a first encounter.
The girl's song filled me with everything.
19 early spring that cannot be replaced by anything.
The silence of a midsummer afternoon. The sea reflected in the golden setting sun.
How can it be resurrected?
In a memory that never fades
Even the smell, the wind that hits my cheek, and the sadness that should have been inexperienced.
Y, my classmate, stares at me as I move away from the world.
I don't see that as a stupid friendship.
I haven't seen you since then, how are you now?
No matter how much I pursued the continuation of my dream, I was still tormented by the regret of not being able to say thank you.
Maybe I couldn't imagine what the reality of parting would be like.
I didn't realize the free abundance when it was given.
I didn't know how to keep up with the irreversible tide of loss.
I hate the fate of ignorance, loneliness, and heartlessness.
In order to forget, I was always immersed in the work of sloppiness.
It wasn't a commendable way. to get back what you lost,
I learned to write and became an adult.
Trapped in words, close to words, I woke up to kindness.