2025·Summer
Wakatoshi Sanko - the writer who died young... People finally discovered the diary that the writer had kept secret for many years
Thirty-five years ago... She kept silent about the trip during her lifetime, as if she were a monster that could devour people's hearts... It was not until thirty-five years later that a reporter visited her former residence and discovered this diary, which read "1990 Japan Tour". Opening the diary, the handwriting on the yellowed pages has long faded, but the handwriting can still be recognized...
January 5, 1990·Winter
I can't write anything again
I stared at the blank page. The editor's urging, the readers' expectations, and the ridicule of my colleagues were like countless threads, tangled into a mess in my mind.
I realized that my words were disappearing, so I decided to go to Japan... To Fukuoka, which I once swore I would never set foot again in this life... I don't know much about Japan... But... Three years ago, I buried my love there...
Love can make people write good articles. After the loveliness disappears, only dry ink is left on the tip of my pen.
So I returned to Japan, I want to find love... Find the proof of love, even if it's just an afterimage. I want to get my words back, even if the price is... Facing the memory that I want to completely forget again.
The diary was opened to the second page
January 6, 1990·Winter
This year's winter in Japan is extremely cold... Bitingly cold... Completely different from three years ago...
The memory flashes back to 1980, ten years ago... You were also under this cherry blossom tree... Looking at me and smiling... But now, the cherry blossom tree has long since dried up, and your bones are buried in the ground... I knelt on the ground and gently touched the earth, as if I wanted to touch you through the ground. .. I imagine how the cherry blossom trees will bloom again.. This means that you are back.. I decided to completely forget this memory.. Before that, I plan to pray for you again. I hope that.. You can go free with my blessings..
Purpose: Reject feudal superstition
