A friend of mine was studying in a small city in the south, far away. One day, I got a call from him. His voice was choked with emotion as he told me a humid, stifling story, the kind that belonged to that age, yet shouldn't have.
After graduation, he went to work in City B. On an ordinary day, he sent me a message: His son had emailed me, but I didn't know what to do. Looking back now, he seems like someone who appeared in a dream. What did those stories mean?
I didn't reply, because I didn't know what they meant, either. I decided to write it all down. Maybe the magic of words could answer my questions.
Then (°ー°) looked confused. There was only one chapter in this article. The author promised to finish it in jj if he could force himself to do so.