ichiban ski na tomodachi.
tradition, year second.
kawaii
can moments like this please last longer?
if i focused on these memories i'd be so much stronger.
merriment abounded in abundance that day,
simple songs sung as though we were children again,
and we held hands as we skipped along our cheerful way.
a break in the storm, an island in a churning sea
that threatens to swallow us whole,
but for that one day, nothing could touch us,
and our worst concerns were dubious-looking green foam
in a throwaway cup, and the chance of missing our tram.
for too brief a moment, we were innocent once more,
but then that ended with the sliding shut of the glass train door.
i'll cherish this day.
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