Rolling grass at the end of the world, swaying cornflowers with the wind. Love and hate do not cross, bitterness by the heart. Find your diploma today and rummage through the boxes and cabinets. It was found sandwiched in a small pile of letters. Heck, how many people still write letters

Rolling grass at the end of the world, swaying cornflowers with the wind.

Love and hate do not cross, bitterness by the heart.

Find your diploma today and rummage through the boxes and cabinets.

It was found sandwiched in a small pile of letters.

Heck, how many people still write?

And how many people remember writing letters?

letter

Bit by bit, never opened.

The taste that pours out of my heart is so difficult to understand!

Time overwhelms everything, but so easily

The waves will spring up...

I always thought I had put it down

It's gone

In fact

Always there

Out of reach

Man is like a goose who has faith

Things like stubborn stones who nodded