I know that time flies, but I also know that midsummer is impermanent.
The familiar voices on the playground still sounded,
The sweet singing sounds drift far away.
There is no noisy environment around you,
You sit quietly by the window,
Listen! The hustle and bustle of the past lingers.
Who evoked this past event again?
Will you remember this time?
And... The people who accompany you through this time?
The sun illuminates this time,
The words stand out on the paper,
Awakening you in time.
As a bystander, say goodbye to yesterday.
Intention: to remember