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.
Say, Nana… You look like stray cat, wild and proud. But I can see the wound in your heart. At the time I just thought it was cool. I never realized how hurt you were.
Even if you fall on the runway, I wouldn’t blame you. It would mean that we made a mistake in choosing you.
I want to be spoiled like a child. Cry to my heart’s content. But I can only suppress my feelings.
That overflowing feeling became love. But I don’t sing for Ren’s sake. I sing for myself everyday.
But even when the moon looks like it’s waning…it’s actually never changing shape. Don’t ever forget that.
Just don’t keep me in the dark about things. Otherwise, why am I with you?
Don’t say the words I wanted to hear from Ren.
I’ll make you so in love with me, that everytime our lips touch, you’ll die a little death.
Nana…how come being happy and making your dreams come true are two different things? Even now, I still don’t know why.
People like hurting each other but loving is not a waste.
What people consider precious is different for everybody.