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As they entered the city centre, the lights of the cars were dazzling, the buildings were getting taller, and above them, small red and navy flags with gold trimmings were decorated along the sidewalk, stretching out into the distance.
-It feels like the eve of a festival.
-I'm not sure if it was the eve of something, but there were certainly days in the past when I felt like I was part of it.
-The night before?
-Yes, the night before.
-Like Christmas.
- It wasn't anything special. But I guess I was waiting for something, in my own way.
-What were you waiting for?
The light from the car shines on I's hair.
-I can't remember exactly, but I think I was just feeling at peace. That's a strange way to put it.
-No, that's not the case, but did it happen?
-Maybe it didn't come.
I thought to myself when I heard that the celebration had never come.
A light rain wets the shoulders of people passing by.
The eve of festival From Print 2012, Chapter 5. Translated by Google 2024
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