Finally I left that school. Pedaling my bike through the gate. I hope there are no bad memories and grudges left there.

After passing through a busy street, I arrived at a deserted bridge. There, my tears almost spilled out. I can't stand this sadness. I had to stop. But I'm ashamed if I really cry here. I'd better go soon, to a place that full of memories.

Here I am, in that place that full of memories. The musical instrument shop, which was recently empty, was abandoned by its owner. He is someone I know. One who made me chase my dreams.

I looked inside. There are I can see something from the past, when I played the piano with him. At that time I was still very bad. It made me ashamed, happy, and sad at the same time.

And now it makes me sadder. Because in reality, there was nothing inside the shop. Only memories remain.