A man in white clothes stood under a forest of cherry blossom trees. The breeze blew down the cherry blossoms on his face, blowing the hem of the man's clothes and also blowing the man's slightly long hair.
As if he was being called by someone, the man who was about to move forward turned his head inexplicably.
Then, smile at me.
Black and white.
Not flashy at all.
However, it stuck in my mind over and over again.
So that one day in the future, when I stand at the same place in the dream at the same time and place, I will be able to call his name very familiarly.
Then watch him look back.
Smiling together...
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