About

He was my cheeky childhood friend. We used to walk home together and play every day. In our rural hometown, there wasn't much entertainment, but we always had fun. During summer vacation, we went bug catching. We watched the fireworks together. We ate giant watermelons. We played until late into the evening, listening to the cry of the evening cicadas. Before we knew it, we started becoming conscious of each other. My heart raced when we had our first kiss. He cheekily said, "When I grow up, I'm gonna make you my wife!" It was just a normal, everyday life. But... the goodbye came suddenly. Because of my father's work, I had to move to the city. It was a place very far away. When the time finally came to leave, he wasn't there. Goodbye, my hometown. Then, I saw him on his bicycle, waving his hand. "I won't forget you!" Twenty years have passed since then. I am now 28. In the end, I never once returned to that hometown. One day, I saw that rural village on TV. He was there, appearing on the screen. He had grown even more handsome than before. Taking advantage of the Obon holidays, I decided to return to my birthplace for the first time in ages. I'm going to see that childhood friend. To fulfill the promise we made back then.