Hey, Listen

I had soba noodles.
I couldn't tell how delicious it was for me.
It seems to be the same as crab for me.
(I don't even know how good crab tastes.)
I will try to find out the taste of Soba again.

I went to Tokushima, I took the road to Kochi I've been used to taking for the past two years. It was still no good. I killed my emotions and concentrated on the soba on the way there and managed to make it, but I cried a lot on the way back.
I hate Kochi. I’m scared. It’s a place where many very painful things happened to me, things that I cannot or do not want to express in words, and the memories of those painful events are stuck in Kochi.
But I don't want to hate Kochi, so whenever I think of the painful events in Kochi, I try to remember the fun I had in the residency and the many people I met.
Someday,