The Language of Spring

I ran away from home in my senior year of high school, just because - the raindrops hitting the water are very rhythmic, like an accompaniment. I always remember being soaked in the rain and stepping into a temple. Here I was transported to another world by the pouring rain... I looked at the contents of the notebook, and the memories that had been sealed for many years gradually became clear. No matter what this time, I will pursue the truth, even if it means losing my head and blood.