Whenever I close my eyes, so many things from the past come back to me. I feel that I shouldn't forget them.
As I write these things down, the feeling is like spring breezes rippling across the water again and again, bringing memories back to life and making them seem beautiful and elusive.
When it comes to my life, whether it's other people or myself, as one thing after another comes to mind, it's as if I automatically gain an omniscient perspective. But I'm only a camera, not someone with a golden finger. I can't use my own hands to change or mend anything I regret.
So let me see a story about that person through my eyes, and remember the friendship between me and them that has faded away.
Content warning: This story has only one chapter. It's just a story, with no real-life inspiration, so please don't project yourself onto it.
Theme: I hope we can all find a quiet refuge in our hearts.
