For my 20th birthday in March, I'll buy myself a present for doing my best. A one way ticket to Tokyo. All I need is my guitar and a pack of cigarettes.

You know Nana, I searched and searched, but could never find the key that unlocked the way. And now that I've stopped looking, I've finally found it. Maybe the door will open for me.

To love someone, why do you need society's approval and permission?

As expected life isn't that sweet at all. When I came to Tokyo I thought I could achieve anything with my own two hands. It's not like that. To get something in these hands, I have to fight a horrible fight. But... there's not much time to grab the things you want with your hands. Why is that? And more importantly what is that I want?

I feel the same way about all my friends. To me, the exact relationship between me and someone else doesn't matter much. But people want to label everything... So I guess I seem indifferent in that way.

The flow of time cleanses the past and heals the wounds in people's hearts. But there are wounds we cant speak of.

People are only what they think of themselves.