Time flowed swiftly past like the surging tides.
On the meadow, with a breeze brushing his face, dazzling sunlight shone into his eyes, so bright that he could barely open them. As he raised his head and shielded his eyes, he caught a hazy glimpse of the aged, withered wrinkles on the back of his hand. He lay before the little cottage, his hair long since sparse and white.
Only then did he remember that he had grown old.
Decades had passed in what seemed like the blink of an eye, bringing him close to the end of his years, yet looking back, it all felt as though it had happened only yesterday.
But he did not know why.
All those long years seemed never to have left the slightest trace on her. It was as though she had stopped growing at eighteen, as though time had favored her and forever frozen her on that night, letting her remain young as she accompanied him through the rest of his life.
He lay in his chair, gazing at the azure sky for a long, long time with his aged eyes.
As time flew by.
He did not know when it had begun, but gradually he felt as though he had forgotten something.
Perhaps it was on some morning when he suddenly awoke and looked at the girl lying beside him, untouched by any flaw or sign of age. As he watched her closed eyes, he suddenly remembered nothing. Something had quietly faded from his mind.
But as he looked back on his life, it did not seem to matter much.
Because his name was Lynn.
He was a well-known doctor in that English Town. He had come from an ancient Eastern country across the sea, and decades ago, on that beach,