Where Is Heaven? I Need to Find You
From 2007 to 2009, I listened to the same song over and over again.
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From 2007 to 2009, I listened to the same song over and over again.
Whenever the sky darkened over Yokohama, people at the east exit of Yokohama Station always seemed to walk faster.
When I was little, my sister used to tell me the story of "The Happy Prince."
Deep down in the dark blue sea, I hold my breath. If memory truly shines like a sky full of stars, then the brightest one must be you.
Life is like a night wrapped in brocade. You know how dazzling the robe is, yet you can never quite see it clearly. That is all right. I know the night is brocaded.
It was the end of the year in Edo. Snow fell thick through the night, yet the Moon-Crescent Gambling Hall still blazed with light.
In a remote little seaside town in Hokkaido, there was an old wall, flaking with age, painted with an angel spreading its wings.
I was born in winter. The first snow of that year fell on the day I came into the world, crystal dust drifting through the whole sky like smoke. My father named me Yuki Shiraishi.