Life was at a crossroads. The age before I really knew myself. The age before I really knew pain.
Try hard, they tell you, but I didn't know how. I didn't know how to scream. Not even realizing that I was lost, I was lost. I ran away, and met the girl. Pretty like a doll, sleeping in the rain, pretty Saori. She was reticent. There was something so different about her.
I learned about behavior from her. My behavior. It was hard for me to make friends. I was weary of the complexities of people. But with Saori, I was completely enthralled.
This is my love story.
-- The trailing days of that summer, 1970. Showa Year 45. One week before autumn. Those were the days.
