Mr. M, long time no see, how are you?
I dreamed of you again last night. When I woke up in the morning, I was filled with rolling memories. It took me a long time to get up peacefully.
It was the first day of my second year of high school, and that was the first time I saw you. Before I even sat down, I heard my friends gathering around and discussing you, the one who joined the class after liberalizing arts and sciences, and the one who got perfect marks in physics. This is the first time I heard your name. At this time, I didn't know that there would be so many years of separation and chaos between us.
Intention: Will the people I met in those years become passers-by after all?