Many years later, Hanagata had already left high school, basketball, and Fujima.
No one is seventeen forever but someone is always seventeen.
Looking at those childlike shapes is like staring into the past.
Unless you reach the end of your life, you won't be able to figure out how many percent it occupies, but in Hanaxing's heart, he murmured that it was his most brilliant memory, just like the flower he was staring at in the past that finally bloomed.
At the class reunion, he could also learn about Fujima's present, the glorious present, and the present with no trace of high school at all. Fujima now is more like a legend, even more legendary than then.
The past that Fujima will look at in the future will definitely not be the same flowers as his own, he smiled.
It took me many years to understand that it turned out to be a kind of adoring love.
Worship that has lost distance, and love that has distance.
Many years later, I saw the figure wearing a green basketball jersey in my sleep.
Smiling softly in his sleep.
Just like the past he stared at.
Conception:
Are they biological? What parents