Life: I'll never understand it.

My heroes don't have anything special. They have something to tell other people but they don't know how, so they talk to themselves.

So many dreams, so many disappointments, so many promises. And in the end, they all just vanish.

I'll be happy if running and I can grow old together.

[...] Shimamoto had her own little world within her. A world that was for her alone, one I could not enter.

I’m free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can’t really understand what it means. All I know is I’m totally alone. All alone in an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who’s lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free? I don’t know, and I give up thinking about it.

No matter what they wish for, no matter how far they go, people can never be anything but themselves. That's all.