I'm always looking at this Photograph.
The vivid memories that linger.
You told me that day.
"When you're looking at a Photograph, it's like you can smell the wind, see the color of the sky and everything about the scene as though it were unfolding right in front of your eyes, you know?"
At the time, I didn't know what that meant yet.
A clear night sky.
Everything started from that one and I looked up at a large wall called talent. Trying to follow after but unable to even come close to catching up.
Even though I reached out my hand, you went a separate way.
Memories, you that unfolded in the viewfinder, Take me back to that place and time. Things I couldn't say and things I wanted to say wring my heart.
You died that day, my dear.
I quickly found your Photograph.
I then finally understood.
Feelings welled forth from the bottom of my heart. And then I wept.
There you were, laughing in the view finder.
I think I'll try once more without thinking about anything.
The scent of the wind, the color of the sky and the feelings from then.
I will never forget.
In the view finder was a different landscape than usual.
Memories, you that unfolded in the view finder, Take me back to that place and time. Things I couldn't say and things I wanted to say wring my heart.
And I will always be looking at this photograph.
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