What I left behind was a series of stories about my life.
My own story covers the footprints I have traveled.
It's too late to turn around.
footprint
Was ruthlessly carried away by the wind.
Verbal attack, who has long been indifferent to the rain.
It didn't even leave a complete outline.
Let me admire myself.
footprint
This is a toddler.
Cry in fear
footprint
It's grandma walking in the sunset.
When I came back from playing.
I ate a snack secretly.
footprint
It was a little blood drop broken by a naughty boy.
The teacher gave me a white handkerchief.
Wipe gently
footprint
This is the first time for me to leave home and go somewhere else.
My mother silently helped me tidy my coat.
Follow mom's hand
Wherever I go, I can find my way home.
That footprint
In memory
Sometimes clear and sometimes vague.
It is obvious that bergamot can touch the past.
Just like kissing the earth yesterday.
Leave an affectionate lip print.
Vague even if you forget to cry.
It will be like terrible dust.
Cover your mind with memories.
at once
Gone with the wind—