The remains of the past dream tald to me without voice. Waves surged against me, and hasn't changed at all before. My arms are sticky and wind blew my cap off. The breaking luxurious Hotel. The blowing wind hasn't changed at all before.
In my small town, book store's man used to tell me stories with a smile. On a railroad line, he used to run a truck, A crossing at a gravel road before it was paved. Monochro photos of this town, I had not been. He told me stories pointing at photos. A supper was already prepared, But I was absorbed in listening his stories.
With the help of my early childhood memories, I left for that town where I went long ago. Contrary to my memories, that town was discolored. Where were the people waves? A stray cat just puts on airs.
Prosperity looks like a treasure. Human crowded around it, ate up all, and get out of. Isn't this town looked at? Is this town going to be forgotten? Even a streetlight doesn't light up at the arcade. what do I see? And what do I think?
One day, he disappeared. No matter how many days pass, bookstore's shutter is closed. I wanted to listen to more more his stories. I still have many many unknown things. Before I ever knew it, the shopping district vanished. It turned into a grand department store. No one can remember the monochro scenery. No one knows well about this town. I said to him, "See you tomorrow"
