There is nothing more indestructible than memories.
Almost two years ago, when I was in college, I skipped class and went to the library, their songs playing over and over in my ears.
Because I read Seven's unfinished article "The South", I hesitantly made up a seaside story.
A friend said he wanted to write a copy.
In fact, there is no way to start.
Those shiny things like stages and spotlights are already very far away from me. I just still like the homogeneous emotions that adults have described in their articles. Even today, when I think about those days when I stayed up late to code, I still get goosebumps and get excited.
When I was writing the extra story, I imagined a scene where the computer in front of me was the picture frame, the background was the sea, the golden sun was like Jin, the blue sea was like p, the purple coastline was Kazuya, the light was khaki sand, Douzin was gray-green stones, and the little boy Uchiboki who only appeared twice was like pink marshmallows or white clouds.
I firmly believe that time is medicine, and if we keep our memories together, we will forgive a lot and cherish a lot.
Maybe we really don't exist until someone sees us living in this world; maybe we can't speak about it until someone understands our language.
Love and memories are words used to bear witness to our existence.