I awakened from my memories and returned to reality to find that tears had already filled my eyes. After Kim Dongbaek died, I followed his will by clearing up my past and living a normal life. I married my wife, became a chef with the help of my father-in-law, and inherited Wolunjeong. My children and then grandchildren were born.

It might be a columbarium I go to every year, but I seemed to have a lot of tears, perhaps because I was reaching the age of 70.

“We have become weepers. Cough.”

Park Muyeol stood next to me and rubbed his nose. There were slight tears in his eyes. Somehow, I seemed to know how he was doing even if he didn’t tell me. Just then, Park Muyeol spoke again, “Chuntaek.”

“What is it?”

“That thing.”

“What?”

“In fact, I hated you at the time when you left the group and returned to a normal life. I couldn’t understand it."

I listened to him seriously. Our eyes were fixed on the photo of Kim Dongbaek that was next to the urn of ashes. It was a photo taken one summer day at the beach. It was a photo of...