Beautiful Once, Like Britney
To love someone is to love her sorrowful past, her muddled present, and the future no one can be certain of.
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To love someone is to love her sorrowful past, her muddled present, and the future no one can be certain of.
Some people pass through your life barefoot, smiling as they go. The time they stay is neither short nor long, but enough for you to have tasted happiness and pain, and to remember...
Momo, I don't know how long the rainy season here will last. I don't know when the last time I saw you will turn out to have been. I don't know whether you'll ever appear again.
Perhaps learning to let go is one way to be happy.
September, Kyoto, hot as a fever. The very first class at university was self-introductions.
"Wine and Coffee, I only want one cup. Thinking of the past, I drink a second." I would hum along softly while doing my homework.
In the deep blue dark at the bottom of the sea, I hold my breath. If memory shines like a sky full of stars, then the brightest one must be you.
Footsteps came at an even pace, circling upward along the stairwell. Their hard rhythm, mingled with the rasp of metal, shook the beat of the heart itself.