White Album

Right, From That Time On, The Switch is Turned On Already

Do You Believe In Encounters Scheduled Long Before?

Hand to Hand, Shoulder to Shoulder, Back to Back, And Then. It is Fine Even With Clothing.

There Are Times When We Feel Like We Understand Each Other Beyond Our Imaginations. The Opposite Happens Frequently, Too

Obstacles Aren`t Always the Ones Close To Us. The Less We Know the Person, the Tougher It Is

A Good Way of Forgetting All Your Worries: How About Sticking Your Head Into Other People's Business? What Do You Think?

An Image Must Be Continually Built Upon For Something That Crumbles at the Edges Already

The less time we have the more we accomplish, the more we end up doing. Love is the same.

There's no need for clever scenarios in memories. The second they come out everyone speaks nonsense of them

The reason a one-person fight feels hollow... isn't just because it's one person. The eyes of the audience hurt.

Time does not solve the thorns in our heart. It just puts a label of oblivion on it.

To bind. To deceive. To take away. To give. What's most painful is to wait.

The vase was leaning toward one side, yet you didn't notice? Because there was not even a drop of water left.

There was never an instance where the tuning matched. I have come to think that there exists a better spot out there.

The things hidden from view are destroying everything around it. Since it was never there, nothing can be done to deal with it.

I do writhe in embarrassment when I reminisce my childhood. Moreover so if I make comparisons.

I have lies that I want to expose. I have truths that I do not wish to believe. I have one of these each.

Aren't you taking too much for granted? Complaining that you are claustrophobic while you are hiding in your own shell.

I move on as I am losing interest. Most of the time though, I seem to have already lost interest before I move on.

Love is beyond reason. Lovers who say this to one another are poets, critics, philosophers.

I think I want to return to the crossroad. Would have been better if I had chosen the right one. That journey filled only with regret.

Having troubles expressing yourself? Try to strike a conversation with your eyes and you'll soon find yourself in the mood for a chat.

I have come to desire catching a cold in anticipation of the nursing and the home-cooked dishes. I didn't include the later part suffering in my imagination at all.

Nightfall did not bring about anything at all. It was the fault of the sun that the colors faded.

It's the fault of others. I'm not at fault. All the fault lies in others. Only I myself am―

We were sitting together all night long, not even being able to move a single inch.