Is sadness blue? Can you hear it at Shinjuku station in the heart of Tokyo? Or does it become a leaf in the ginkgo avenue? Does it always hurt? It’s impossible to capture. Because it likes to hide in a song, or warm up when we drink cold coffee from a can. It’s a part of our lives. And according to writer Nanae Aoyoma, it can also be cheering.
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Continue reading(…) my memory
if I don’t keep you in it
we will disappear forever
from song “disappearing”
On Valentine’s Day, the sun woke up earlier than a week ago. As usual, I peeked through the blinds right after waking up and saw the blue sky was brightening. And thanks this miracle I had more energy.
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Tears well up in my eyes. I feel like I’m hiding somewhere, like a nine-year-old Raj. Meanwhile, I check the map to see where Mapou is, and then Beau-Bassin. I discover that trams run through this city today.
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The waves are rough on the coral beach today. They crash joyfully against the rocks after yesterday’s full moon. Children run, jump, and burst with laughter. The sky is a fantastic blue.
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