“I vowed to believe only in the future.

Now, after an eternity has passed,

Today, destiny brought us together.”

Tuning into the radio, my teacher would vividly describe the bustling business scenes of New York and London, seamlessly switching between fluent English and Japanese.

Listening intently, a 13-year-old boy thought to himself,
“What they’re teaching us in school is wrong.
I will believe only in the future that lies beyond those clouds.”
He made this vow while standing in the middle of rural fields,
dreaming of a freedom that spanned half the globe.

Decades later, the day finally came when I could meet my teacher in person while he was still alive. The moment felt like destiny. I expressed my heartfelt gratitude to him, and in return, he gave me a signed copy of his book, complete with a personal message. I was overwhelmed with emotion, the sound of church bells ringing in my mind.

” The sky lay “.
a stream of our echoes.

I’m not quite sure how close I am to reality.
Always on the hunt for the next tone that links me to others.
Between them,
The sky lay — vast and endless.
It’s a stream of our echoes.
With a brief spring holiday,
I pause,
Then move,
Drawn in by the scent of new leaves.
— s-ikt a stream of our echoes.
The sky lay
( C melody from “nozomi “wishesliner” ( carol of the bells )” )

51224 "longing for freedom : dreams halfway around the earth"