Perhaps when we recall that early summer many years ago together; at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly. You rode a bicycle and passed me. You raised your head, and your white shirt with stripes was blown by the wind.
When I see the thin back being blown up by the wind, I will smile and ask myself why are you so thin?
I don't remember the beginning of the story, and I don't have much thought to recall the ending. I just think of bits and pieces of the past in different scenes, and then piece them together. Next tell yourself that this is the whole story.
Later we met again.
After experiencing all kinds of things, after growing up and transforming again and again, we all began to grow up and become adults. Although both of us know that the story will not start again, will it continue...