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You who had passed as if the wind goes away


Even if we encountered the many ones in lifetime, if we also encounter the one whose meeting was never replacable to the one whom that one had met, any other former encounter would be withering the special color.
True encounter means so at to be to us, actually.
However, eventually, with a meeting to just you, my life was overwhelmingly changed so much, but either you had passed my location to the other place, so arbitrarily, as if the wind is apt to do so.


However, the one whose meeting was only so precious was only you.
Thereby, life is just kind of thig, you know, I had made up my mind at the particular term, nowadays I think only it is so natural to me, either.
In other words, I had no chance to think that I should never meet you, even once.
All persons I’d met before I met you are the thing I should never meet in my past, they were never so precious to me, neither.


Eventually it was the time passed away only with so shortened duration, minimally ephemeral moments to me, that kind of meeting moments to me, if I remember it now, still so.


Time is the thing must pass away from any now, however, nothing is felt so long but now, anytime we could feel so, either.
But now must pass soon to be the past, and the past whole duration even is felt only so shortened.


Then we can be permitted to abandon or spoil all of never so enjoyable friendships to each other, it is never so sinful act for us as the right to select everything so freely.
Coz so almost official or formal familiar relation must be thought as only so lazi it, so accidentally, then at that time, everything could be allowed to throw away from our real spots in our daily life, either to us.
Despite of it, only the meeting to be felt so precious means that it is never the thing to be abandoned to me, anytime.


But simultaneously something so different from any meeting to me in the past and now must wait for now me, it would never be unknown in now my view, and the moment to come to me first would tell me everything, possibly the matters to me so precious even may have been so the things I would want to forget at that moment.


It’s the truth that now me is neve able to tell anything to future me as myself.
And, also future myself was never told by past myself, it would be the absolute universal fact also to me.
Coz, I can never think that the past myself could tell now myself.
It means only that now myself just remember the past myself at each moment to think of the past to me.


But, simultaneously possibly there must be waiting for me some so momentary shockingly impressive meeting as if being so one gust to me either to me, now me is able to predict, so either.
What I can feel so is caused from that I also sometimes feel that all time must pass away from each now as if the wind does so anytime, feeling nothing but its impression.


If that kind of the moments never comes to me, it means that I only am absorbed in something deleting any unnecessary emotion, if that moment would make advent to me, even the long duration of those days even must be felt at that time so momentary to me.


(Feb. 21th. 2019)