The girl with fluffy hair was wearing a crisp school uniform. One corner of her sleeves was wet, as if it had been softened, and she smiled vaguely.
Leave time to walk slowly behind you, the long tunnel running through the stories of the past and future.
"Let's go together."
The relaxed tone confuses the softness of the light. The girl stretched out her hand, her knuckles were distinct, and they almost disappeared when they melted into the light.
It turns out that nothing has changed, nothing has changed, and no one has stood still.
Still, the same as it was twelve years ago.
How long does it take to change a person?
One day, one month, one year, ten years.
We always change quietly while hoping that we will not change, until we become an unrecognizable version of ourselves, facing the world that is also tempered by time with a cautious attitude.
But in the end, I clearly realized that the world has not changed, and neither have I.
Because no matter it was in the past or now, you are still you.