Time goes against the flow

the first page to the last page of the diary are all your

now you can't remember anything

time forgets in the rain

the spring blossoms scatter in the season

the scene slowly disappears farewell familiar with

the corner turns around your figure forgets to breathe

the faint Acacia pain

the rain is not far away When I pulled a rainbow to make an umbrella

, I got wet. At that time, I looked up and passed the church hall

and doves were all over the ground. I still pretended that I didn't see

you. I was accompanied by

with a smile. One person realized...