Memory carved with, the image which are monochrome, the image which decay.
It is unpleasant for the thing which people ever assumed a symbol, the scenery which I put away in a record, a certain person including the figure, and ex-“form” which might be to think that good old, a parenthesis is good for a certain person again, it die by a flow at time, and the memory loses a color like an image, and the form that existed becomes extinct.
But, as trace, “record”, existence leave information, and, as for the form, it is done “reconstruction” by memory.
Existing there form “of the” memory. A figure of the memory that the verge is beautiful vividly.