令和８年3月23日（月）
朝3時起床 少し寒いのでエアコン入れる
先日は大変だった iPhone関係 きつかったぁ
ファイル転送がめっちゃ難しかった iPhoneの癖強し
なんとか未編集動画をPCに転送する方法見つけたけど みんなこんな感じでやってるのかな？
かなり難しい 全員が知っているとも思えない それとももっと簡単なほうほうあるのだろうか？
今日は久しぶりにマック行く マックで英語のお勉強久しぶりだな
今英語面白いけどiPhoneが優先になってしまってあまりやってない
今日は少し長めにやりたい デュオリンゴの無限かるた難しくなってきて面白くなってきた
難しい単語と簡単な単語混ぜてくれるとほんと楽しい
今日はどうしようかな 配信前後で撮り鉄やりたいところだけど
今日の絵
お茶してる これだけでも笑える
A Quiet Platform
The last train hadn’t arrived yet.
A quiet platform, dim lights, and the soft hum of the night. Yuta stood there, hands in his pockets, pretending not to check the time every few seconds.
He wasn’t waiting for the train.
He was waiting for her.
“Sorry, I’m late.”
He turned. There she was—Mina, slightly out of breath, her hair moving gently in the cold air.
“You’re not late,” Yuta said quickly. “I just got here.”
It wasn’t true.
Mina smiled, like she knew.
They stood side by side, not too close, not too far. The kind of distance that says everything without saying anything.
“So… you’re really leaving tomorrow?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yeah. Early morning.”
Silence fell between them again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was full—of things they couldn’t say easily.
“I thought I had more time,” Yuta said quietly.
Mina looked down at her shoes. “Me too.”
A train passed through the opposite track, wind rushing past them. For a moment, they couldn’t hear anything else.
When it was gone, everything felt even quieter than before.
“Yuta,” she said softly.
He looked at her.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
He knew what she meant.
He laughed a little, but there was no humor in it. “Because I was afraid.”
“Of what?”
“Of hearing ‘no.’”
Mina stepped closer.
“Then… listen carefully,” she said.
His heart started beating faster.
“It’s not ‘no.’”
Time seemed to stop.
The distant sound of the incoming train echoed through the station.
“But it’s not ‘stay’ either,” she continued. “I have to go.”
Yuta nodded slowly. “I know.”
“So… what do we do?”
He thought for a moment, then smiled—this time, for real.
“We don’t decide everything tonight.”
Mina looked at him, surprised.
“We just… don’t end it here.”
The train arrived.
Doors opened.
People moved.
But for them, everything slowed down again.
Mina took a step back, then another.
“I’ll text you,” she said.
“I’ll be waiting,” he replied.
She got on the train.
The doors closed.
And just before the train started moving, she smiled at him through the window.
Not a goodbye.
Something softer.
Something that said—
“This isn’t the end.”