I remember seeing such a passage in "Norwegian Wood". ""Memory is something mysterious. When I was actually there, I was almost unaware of the scenery, and I didn't think there was anything sultry about it. I didn't expect that it would still be vivid in my mind eighteen years later. "I tried to sneer at it when I read it, but I never thought that everything that followed would be like this. They often came to my eyes in the afternoon with the soft sunshine. I couldn't tell what it felt like... A scar in my heart? A page-long poem? Or...
It seemed like a long, long time passed. One day, a long time ago, they appeared in my yellowed memory. Another day, I said goodbye to the boy who once brought me the memory of the taste of peppermints. One day, I boarded a car that went to a distant place and said goodbye to them, which led to a very far distance.
In fact, if it hadn't been in the past, I probably wouldn't have felt the bitterness in the air after the rain. I never thought that we would all lose to reality in the end.
If not in the past