Some things will gradually fade away as time goes by, but there are also a few, such as sake, which become richer as they settle.
Between him and her, there were so many paths together, the shops we visited together, the classes we skipped together, the teachers we laughed at together, how could we forget them?
Every time I pass by the high school and see the almost unchanged scenery from the car window, I can't help but think of him and the three years we spent together. His shadow is everywhere, always reminding her that he has been in her life. The traces once carved were so profound that they have not been erased even after so many years.
This article is entirely intended to commemorate my passing youth and is purely for my own entertainment. There may be less emphasis on organization, writing style, or plot structure. . . Spread your hands. . .