How to have a rainbow, how to embrace the summer wind.
The past was blown away by the wind in the deserted corridor after school, fell by the rain in the deciduous camphor trees in late winter, and buried in dust on the desks and podiums after graduation. I miss having noisy fights with them in the corridor, walking slowly under an umbrella under a tree, and occasionally wandering in class, but when I come back to my senses, everything is as usual. I miss all of this, but I can never go back to my three years in high school. Life is so long and everyone is so busy. Who would hold on to the past and be unwilling to let go? I think, only time. The sea is flowing across the sea, and the white horse is passing through the gap, but it has always been fixed in youth. Those are the best years that can never be taken back. Only time is never forgotten.