I used to think the years would go by in order, that you get older one year at a time. But it's not like that. It happens overnight.
Sometimes when I think of life, I feel like a piece of driftwood washed up on shore.
The light of morning decomposes everything.
When you fall in love, the natural thing to do is give yourself to it.
I donโt know what it means to live.
In the spring of her twenty-second year, Sumire fell in love for the first time in her life.