The brother next door who was always following me when I was young left me without saying goodbye when I was young. After many years, he actually sat at my high school tablemate as a transfer student. Those farewells and longings that had not had time to be said quietly began again in the same classroom.
Never really close, but always looking at each other silently.
Just waiting for the right autumn,
Waiting for a persimmon tree to turn red, waiting for a person to return.
Year after year, our relationship will be long and our love will grow.
Intention: The deep love buried by time makes the relationship last longer. The two transform through the running-in, and each other becomes a more complete version of themselves.
