(2017/07/03)
Today I graduate from high school. One and two, each is happy.
The desks and chairs in the room are scattered in a random arrangement, and something is painted on the desk with correction fluid. There are idols, portraits, and words of encouragement for myself. There are also nice blackboard newspapers on the blackboard at the back of the classroom. The blue curtains fluttered slowly in the summer breeze, reflecting the blue sky outside the window. The chirping of cicadas rang in my ears, and I looked down at the shadow of the sycamore trees outside the window.
Can reposting this koi fish really go back to the past? Back to the mottled days?