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The speed per second is 5cm, the speed of cherry blossom falling.
That year, you said that. Then you ran across the railway and turned to me and said that it would be great if we could watch cherry blossoms together next year.
We are so similar children, lonely like a kitten wandering alone on the roadside. It's lucky to meet us.
The library card with the names of two people, and the animal in the fast-food restaurant with French fries, no matter how ridiculed by them, are still their best friends -- the same lonely child, who was finally met, in our young age with no idea what to do with the world -- who thought that they would always go on, go to the same junior high school, read books together, and watch cherry blossoms together.
The result is still separation, different cities, different weather, different world.
Thin letter paper, you say your life, you see cherry blossoms, you write these letters on the tram.
Clearly you said nothing, but always felt that you were so lonely, smiling, silent, staring at the sky red by the setting sun, like me.
When you left the city, you gently sobbed at the other end of the phone and said sorry for no reason. We were sad together. When I was going to say goodbye, you were so far away. So, shouldn't I be sad for this city with nothing? -—— However, it still hurts - even if we are already in different cities, the distance between us drawn on the map with the extra line still makes us feel tight.
So, I decided to see you, like a migratory bird flying across the sky, only to see you once after that long distance.
For the first time, I wandered around in a strange station alone. With the expressionless adults around me, I looked at the strange scenery outside the window, firmly grasped the handrail, and let it warm up little by little in the palm of my hand. The late train in the snow, the strange wilderness outside the window, the aching belly, watching all this silently, but when the letter to you was blown to nowhere by the wind, tears fell unconsciously - nothing to tell you, maybe it was really a hint, otherwise, why did you also hide the pink letter in the bag until we separated?
The fire in the station, the warm tea, the kiss under the cherry tree, the lonely and parallel footprints in the snow, always feel that I will remember, always feel that after the snow melts, there must be something left behind, but in the bottom of my heart, they understand that maybe they can't stay together all the time - just want to have the power to protect you, Even if we are so small in this world, even if we are so far apart.
5 kilometers per hour, the speed of the rocket.
Dream of you, watching the sunrise, watching the universe, smiling, but not talking.
I would like to tell you that, like a rocket, we are alone on such an unknown journey. We are moving forward together in the future, hesitating and alone.
But nothing can be said, just a person, walking quietly. But when did you lose you? Or did we lose each other?
The city you live in is still there, but how can you not have the courage you had when you were young? How can I begin to sigh wearily when I think of it?
The days when there was no contact and no letters to greet each other came back the same way. In the same way, I have classes every day, go to the club to practice at the same time, and buy the same drink in the same convenience store. Occasionally, I chat with girls I meet, but I am more accustomed to writing messages without recipients when I am alone.
In the club, I kept shooting arrows, but their praise and amazement seemed to be far away from me, only the slight whine of arrows flying away from my fingers at that moment -- it seemed that in those moments, something left me like that, so fast, so far away without looking back -- too fast to catch with any effort, Just like the cherry blossoms that fell that year, it was destined to be a sigh, which could not be recalled.
Perhaps, in that moment, I gradually became an adult that year, right?
Far away from my child's life, I worked hard, without goals and directions, vaguely with memories chasing behind, which made me uneasy, but my world was still so simple, silent, sad everywhere.
I stood in the street full of neon, looked up, but could not see the world I wanted.
There are other people in my life. They meet and leave, but the distance is always so far away. Even if there are a thousand short messages, they can only be close to one centimeter. When I feel my feelings are exhausted, I lose everything and walk into the sea of people again, but no one will wait for me anywhere in the empty station.
I still dream that when we were children, we lost our minds quietly when the cherry blossoms fell, and had strange expectations when we passed the mailbox.
But nothing can prove anything.
One more time, one more chance?
Leave the cherry blossom alone.
5 cm per second, the speed of cherry blossoms falling;
5 cm per second, the speed of your turning;
5 cm per second, the speed of lonely invasion;
5 cm per second, the speed we passed by;
When the speed is 5cm per second, we lose each other's speed;
5 cm per second, I forget your speed
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