That person was an old friend who didn't want to be mentioned, and those things were old things that shouldn't be mentioned. If it hadn't been for that call maybe nothing would have happened. Memories are like a long stream of water slowly flowing out from the bottom of my heart.
When I saw him again, that man was still standing not far from me, smiling quietly at me, as if he had returned to that afternoon in the warm attic.
The weather was so nice that day. The sun is very warm.