Four years ago, we met on a quiet summer night in Sapporo. Your eyebrows were curved, like an angel.
Four years later, we met again in the noisy stadium in Tokyo. You smiled brightly, as if you had known each other before.
The full weight of the memory is not because of the beautiful summer night in Sapporo, not because of the twinkling stars in the sky, nor because of the cross held in the palm of my hand; it is just because of the young man with a warm smile who once walked with me.
This is a story about love, trust, and dreams. In short, it is the story of an insecure little girl with a cold personality who comes out of her shell little by little.
Don't be fooled by the copy... This article is written in the third person, not from time travel, but from an original Japanese girl.
Water's column, welcome to watch and collect:
