In 1990, when I was only four years old, I accidentally captured a boy named River on the bank of the river.
A simple story from "Medicine".
If we try to dwell on memories of the past, we are asking for trouble, and our sufferings are multiplied by the frequent reminders of them in our memories.
Love is also a river. When we say love, love has flowed far away.
The body is like running water, growing old in a flash.