Hot days reminds me of times.
That day we talked with each other under the setting sun.
That sunset sky.
I still do not forget it.
That lonely looking back.
A crying face.
I remember it over and over again.
It was nothing but crying.
A little memorable memory will live in you?
I wonder if it will be the power to live a little now?
I think of such a thing.
Sorry for making me cry.
Do not cry anymore.
Is not she crying alone?
Sunset connects the past with the present.
Red evening sky.
Your side.