It has been two and a half years since you left.
I have watched that video tape over and over again. It is the best reminder that you were by my side.
Remember how sleepy you looked when you woke up in the morning and the toothpaste still left on your face after brushing your teeth.
I remember your quiet and persistent profile when you were doing your homework and the sunlight leaking in from the window.
I remember you singing to me with your most familiar voice, and the dense green under the eaves.
I remember the silver bracelet I carefully selected on your left wrist, and the word "OF" carved by myself.
At this time, I ran forward with difficulty, and the thickly accumulated ginkgo leaves made a muffled sound under my feet.
The only residual image of you in my memory is becoming more and more blurred. I rub my head, hoping that it can be like an old electrical appliance, which can be run again after a tap.
But you are like a floating cloud of light and shadow that I cannot catch, flowing over my head bit by bit without leaving any traces on my clothes.
Naniwa's speed star cannot withstand the pace of time after all.
Tolerance is enough to be humble.
Late autumn of Heisei 20.
I will remember your stories in my heart one by one.
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