«I just want to have fun», I said.

But then –

it came.

Memories.

Why do we need memories if we are just here?

Confusing.

Penetrating.

Frustrating.

I am here, but he is not anymore.

All of them are gone.

And still, I just want to have fun.

But following my memories to their very end, I realized something:

The present has an ancient heart.

And that’s why I am here –

because of my memories.