When you’re in love, the whole world just starts looking more colorful.
Even though I’m bitter about losing, even though I’m depressed, even though my ankle hurts, and my eyes smeared with tears… even though I’ve never felt worse… I wonder why the stars are sparkling like this. The scent of the music room is his hair. I can hear his slightly ragged breathing. His shoulder, wet with tears, is so warm. …
Maybe, just maybe… the light can reach the bottom of a dark ocean.
We’re all connected. Just like the notes are intermittently connected. It’s shared by us all. Through music, with the people you know, with the people you don’t know, with all the people in this world.
You’re you. “To be like you…” it’s not so ambiguous as that. No matter what you do, no matter how you change, it doesn’t mean a thing. You’re just you no matter what.
Everything you say and do…it all sparkles so brightly. It’s too blinding for me, and I end up closing my eyes. But I can’t help aspiring to be like you.
Music speaks louder than words.
Whether you’re sad, you’re a mess, or you’ve hit rock bottom, you still have TO PLAY! That’s how people like us survive.
You exist inside a spring that can’t be replaced.
Isn’t it funny how the most uncomfortable scenes can be so trivial?