ice
story of『氷』
summer night lights glow softly, as fireworks bloom high above the rows of festival stalls.
on the wooden bench, side by side, a brother and sister laugh out loud, holding shaved ice piled high with bright red and blue syrup.
“it’s so cold!”
“it’s so sweet!”
their voices overlap, turning the taste of syrup and ice into pure, sparkling joy.
a goldfish fan rests by their side, and a small bag of real goldfish swings gently at their feet — tiny treasures that only exist on nights like this.
wrapped in lantern light and music, every color, every sound seems to say,
“remember this.”
another little flame of memory is being lit inside their hearts.
may you feel again
the bright excitement of childhood summers,
and the simple happiness
of sharing something sweet
with someone you love.
Kanji Card
Even when still, water remains water.
氷
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