Character: Toora Watanabe. Page 1

All the people around were everyone is happy. I don't know if they were happy, or so it seemed.

She knew that someday the memories of her will fade in me.

What if somewhere in my body there is a certain place, call it, say, the periphery of my memory, and important memories there in a heap and turned into weightless dust?

I think, where do we go? How can this be? It, which then meant for me, and I and my world - where is it all gone?

And I was in love. This love has pulled me into the creepy jungle. Was not quite up to those around me of the beauty of nature.

Time passed unevenly, to match my steps. Everything was moving forward, and just me and my time crawling around in the mire. Changing the world around me. People called for change. And change, it seemed, was already waiting around the corner. But all of these events - nothing more than meaningless and unreal background.

The first time I had experienced such a serious and sad spring. So, it would be better, February was repeated three times.

And that writing - paper, ' I said. - Burn them, and that in soul remained, still remain, and that remained, all would not remain as itself or here.

Spring is a time of year when it is better to start something new.

Loneliness is really hard.

The most simple girl think more not about what is true and what is not, and what beauty, or how her to be happy. The word "justice" is still used by men.

- Do you think what is the main advantage the rich?
- I don't know what?
They can say that they have no money. For example, I invited a classmate to do something. Then she can tell me: "I can't, I have no money". But if Vice versa, then I say I can't. If I say that I have no money, that means that I have the truth they are not. Only to ridicule expose themselves. It's like if a beautiful girl will say : "today I have badly painted, so to go anywhere do not want." If ugly girl say, everything above it will only laugh. That's the world I lived. Until last year, six years in a row.

Don't think about empty. If something happens or not happens, it seems to me that in the end it is all predetermined.

Firefly is gone, but I still long lived arc of his light. Deep in the darkness barely visible pale flickering flickers like a lost soul.