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A Bridge that Reflects Your Own Shadow A.

No matter what you are doing now, you are the only eternal person for me. Only that does not change.


Sometimes I come across a bridge no matter where I go, unintentionally. So I always remember only the encounter with you. Mysteriously, I can't remember anything else at that moment.


For me, only the thoughts of those days are revived in any scene on the street corner that I suddenly meet. I'm sure it won't change until I die. Of course, there is no reason why it cannot be done. Because only the memories are different for each person, and no one can attach superiority or inferiority to each memory.


All of you will be revived in an instant. And only that divine one always awakens me, encourages me, and gives me wisdom. That's fine, and that's all you need.


Every bridge is built on top of a river that has drifted from somewhere. Countless memories will be created there with the hearts of tens of thousands of people.


It is not known if we are still in this world when the flow of the river eventually reaches the sea, and then the flow of the river becomes an ocean current, travels through this earth, and reaches the same bridge.


But it is good. Only this moment when I can think about it like that is lovely, and that's all.


How many people are wriggling in this world who can only live by hurting people. But even so, it has nothing to do with me, and it should be with you. Yes, that's why we are us.


Even in the exact same place, they may show completely different facial expressions and appearances from time to time, and conversely, different places that have no connection or connection with each other may be connected to one in their hearts. That may be a very mysterious and enigmatic element in our hearts.


Yes, or maybe we were born into this world just to realize that on this bridge that stands now, I want to talk to you now.


(Continued irregularly)



May. 13th. 2022