I like rain in this town.
Because the rain has the dear smell.
We aged. But it's the same color
as that time. Nothing change.
A memory boyhood is my mind.
Is everyone fine? I have little worry.
Everyone is walking along his way
and I'm doing well,too.
Do you remember when we used to laugh?
you help me with now.
I know that we can meet easily.
But I'm lonely, so never say Good-by.
I don't like this word.