"Hey, let's play rock, paper, scissors, okay?"
"Rock, scissors, paper... Hehe, I won"
At that time, our world was so simple and simple, as simple as rock, scissors, and paper. It was such a law that no one could violate it. It was so childish and beautiful.
What now? I slowly became someone I didn't understand before, and those mixed growths catalyzed this kind of me.
Sorry, it was me who refused to listen to dissuasion and insisted on taking the familiar yet unfamiliar path of memory again. I followed that road, looking for family ties, encountering friendships, and losing love.
Where I stand now, the sun and rain are falling gently, but I still can't help but laugh, as if you are all still there, and I am waiting for you in my memories. There is a memory that is waiting for the sound of flowers blooming.
The flowers bloomed into sorrow. That year, I lost more than just love!