The train of life is still driving forward slowly, passing by various scenery and experiencing all kinds of life. However, the story that refuses to let go and cannot be let go has been engraved in the bone marrow of life and cannot be removed.
Not all love can be love.
Not everything you like can be vented.
Those unspeakable joys,
Those unspeakable unbearable things,
The existence of love that is struggling between morality and desire is amazing enough.
Every scene where the camphor tree stood tall and the magnolia swayed,
Every moment when white chalk stained my fingertips,
I once asked and answered questions as if no one else was around,
That was the love I could never restrain...
And which time the joke was true?
Which tenderness is the most touching?
The questions swirling in my heart were answered at a certain moment...
After all,
is unusual...
I think that by following the footsteps of time, my heart and footsteps can step out of memories together and move towards a cantabile future.
But every time I open my eyes, I think of it,
Think of it in every dream,
Think of it when you are happy,
When I think of it, I think of...
All the textbooks from that year were given away.
Only the five thick books lay quietly within reach,
Repeatedly,
All afraid...
I'm afraid that my longing will find a node and escape uncontrollably,
Afraid that desire will find an outlet and spurt out,
Afraid that love will come from the bottom of my heart,
Makes life worse than death...
I can't control the future, nor can I go back to the past and continue chasing
All I can do is to bite the slow love into pieces bit by bit and swallow it in my mouth,