The gentle and delicate wind blew through the black hair on his temples. The dense green shade and the noisy chirping of cicadas describe that midsummer. Lifting up the traces carved in the memory. "Senior..." "Shh... Goodbye" His eyes were so clear and bright, as if they were rubbed into the sea of stars. At the last moment before the train departs, hug each other and say goodbye. Looking at the car that was getting further and further away, I was silent and let my eyes drift into the distance.
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