Carrying a schoolbag and riding a bicycle across the flyover across the wilderness. The streets of this city are clean and overwhelming. Strangers stop talking. live alone. Some were caught off guard. Anticipate and guard against.
book. the film. Fishing club. Life is simple and rich. Will throw the fishing rod over and over again in the open field. I often go to that bookstore to buy books. Watching movies occasionally. It is a girl who is easily accessible but not easy to get close to. Brave. Guarded his own field. chase.
do you know. That's my little secret.
meet. Time solidifies in such an instant. Are you from Hokkaido High School? Are you still in the school band? I know you will choose that one.
Suddenly. Red, bright. There is a beautiful face under the old umbrella. The smile is gentle. Slightly raised his eyes. If this is really a miracle, I would say that this is a miracle of love.
It's a confession or whisper of self-talking love. But this does not seem to matter. That, that is you, so perfect for me.
The sun is pouring. wind. Sakura rain. The splashes from the sneakers are so high. Skirt. You smile brightly. I know you meet happiness. Such a fairy tale, in my heart, finished the ending early in the morning.
