Classroom of the Elite

Editing, retranslation, and TLC by Graze and Confused Translations

I can still vividly remember the shock I felt that day.

Of the cruel reality that presented itself to me without warning.

The light of the evening sun shining throughout the old apartment.

A long, large shadow slowly swinging from side to side like the pendulum of a grandfather clock.

Despite looking straight at it, I couldn’t understand a thing.

That warm hand that would caress my head.

That gentle smile that healed my soul.

That sincere gaze that taught me admiration.