Winter, New York, cemetery.
In the cold wind, I seemed to hear Taya talking to me.
Taya said: "My hands are cold."
Taya said, "Can I have a cigarette?"
Then, I put a McDonald's Christmas ice cream, chocolate, just like she liked before she was alive. Plug in two lit incense sticks
Smoke...
I was in such a hurry today that I forgot to prepare her favorite fried rice, maybe next time.
Looking up, I saw her coat and mine becoming one in the wind.
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I wrote it when I was 18 years old. At that time, the fierce writing was really very touching. ． ． ． ． ． What I think
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