A boy on the footsteps.

It was the hazy days of in the beginning of the early spring.

The air was still frosty, but you could sense the arrival of spring in the cracks of haze. 

And I met him on the footbridge where you can see " the  Tower to the Sky " in the distance.

I saw his golden hair blown by the gentle spring wind, seen through by the spring light behind his back.

He was on the foot steps..

Hazy days were finally gone

and the dark days in the long lasting winter began to disappear ..

It was 1988 while the city was making so much noises

in the middle of the Bubble economy.

Spring was about to begin..

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