I walked in the warm sunshine, and the cold winter weather forced me to wrap my coat tightly.
It turns out that tenderness is just an illusion.
The beauty and brightness of Mount Fuji is like a stunning Ukiyo-e painting. The smell of tea lingers beside the tatami of the hotel. I look at the photos I have taken and the words I have written. Suddenly I remembered the way you spoke many years ago.
It feels like a world away.
At that time, you and I were young and frivolous traveling around the world, whispering beautiful things that were too simple to be realized. Sadly, the story ended before I even started.
It's pitiful that a feeling has been buried for many years and has never been let go.
Later, we walked on our own paths, and our lives gradually stopped intersecting.
Later, after I traveled around the world, I realized that your whisper seemed to be a mantra that guided my life. What I was looking for and hoping for was that the whisper from back then sounded again...
Will all the sadness be a reason to be brave?
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