Some spring days

Every day I go to a nearby school and meet my friends is fun. Nothing particularly bad, nothing particularly good. The ordinary me lived an ordinary life, and it was a fun life in its own way. However, there is an elusive sense of incongruity that arises from the gaps in the peaceful daily life. What should I do when the era repeats only superficial answers to sincere questions. In the other school building where my legs were somehow turned, the sound of the piano was ringing.