Memories of the past.
Those little things
shine brightly,
lighting the path ahead of me.
It feels kind of strange.
Even if the past
no longer exists in reality,
perhaps—just a little bit—it might actually still exist.
It’s just like a story of a “miracle.”
It comes vividly back to life,
filling my heart with nostalgia.
I, too, was once like that.
Even if you aren’t there.
Memories of the past. Those little things shine brightly, lighting the path ahead of me. It feels kind of strange. Even if the past no longer exists in reality, perhaps—just a little bit—it might actually still exist. It’s just like a story of a “miracle.” It comes vividly back to life, filling my heart with nostalgia. I, too, was once like that. Even if you aren’t there.