This summer, when cicadas never stopped singing, I used my vacation to return to my hometown. I put my hands on the altar and exchanged light words with his father before heading to the park where I met his best friend Takashi. He was twilight looking at the lake when he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder. Looking back, Nao, who had always been her favorite during her school days, was standing there. She is now Takashi's wife. And she is invited by the two to have dinner at their home. Without knowing that the hands of the clock that stopped when I was a student will begin to move.
