The reason why the boy is unforgettable is because the first time he took away from me was as much as the first time he gave me.
The notes passed around during class, the train tickets coming and going, and me, who have a paranoid hobby for paper products, and they who had never discarded them in the past, rushed to jump out of every word, clamoring for that... Memory.
That time makes me nostalgic. We were studying next to each other at the table. Every day when I open my eyes, I feel that life itself is meaning.
This is a relationship that everyone has. You call it youth.
However, in the fog, it was impossible to see clearly.