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?

That overflowing feeling became love. But I don't sing for Ren's sake. I sing for myself everyday.

The dreams we are chasing and the reality that is chasing us are always parallel; they never meet.

The more my dream are fulfilled the quicklier they become realities losing their shine.

What people consider precious is different for everybody.

I might cry tomorrow, but I may be smiling the day after. That's enough. That's the way life is. If I don't lose hope - tomorrow will come. Tomorrow will come if we don't lose hope... I learned that from Nana. But rainy days still make my cheeks wet with tears, even now. It was pouring, on that rainy day.

Are you living everyday so that even if the end were to come you’d have to regrets?