Vertically Written in a Heart-Wrenching Way

Now I still think of that grass green coat. She was once so soft, like a piece of tofu skin - or, in other words, like a clump of seaweed, covering my young body, dangling leisurely. If you don't buy new clothes, you don't have to throw away the old ones. If no new memories are created, the old ones need not be forgotten. If we don't meet new friends, the old one will never be separated.