I may call it jealousy, or may be anxiety and moreover, need. Even now I’m anxious at times because when I am with Ren, everything around feels like a dream.
I wanted to have a good relationship. One that’s romantic and dramatic, like in the movies. But I finally became a woman at 17 and learned that men aren’t really that simple.
It took us five hours to reach Tokyo, but I was really happy. I kept talking about myself, and didn’t hear anything about Nana. But now that I know you better; I know you wouldn’t say anything.
In this ordinary life without Ren, I think my life with him was like a dream. Especially on a snowy night like this. On a night as cold as this. Someone keep this guy warm for me, please.
I think just being together and talking would be nice. But when we grow old, when greed and vanity will be completely gone, when I will be tired of singing can I return to that place too?
To get something in these hands, I have to fight a horrible fight. But… there’s not much time to grab the things you want with your hands. Why is that? And more importantly what is that I want?
