2012
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Returning to this country again, seeing the white snow that haunts me day and night, walking through these strange but familiar streets again, standing on tiptoe at a street corner looking across the road like I did before, as if you were still standing there waving, as if you still had a pure smile like a child.
Passing by the hut we used to live in, it seems like a really small house now, but it used to feel like it was wider than the sky. I tried to touch the door and windows of the hut with my fingers. There was no warmth anymore, as if no one had lived there for a long time. After losing your hut, it seems that you have taken away the memories with you. The hut has become deserted, as if it would be easily submerged by the surrounding white snow. We walked along the path that we often walked along the cabin. At that time, we were monsters walking on cold winter nights, but now I am a frustrated person who needs to find memories in broad daylight.
Dear, where are you? 2012 Is coming, are you ready?
A piece of writing that gives me warmth when I miss you. I would like to commemorate those days.