January 11th.
You, I'm really so tired now. You're not by my side, and besides you, I really don't know who I can talk to about these things.
Wandering beneath the stars for so many years, besides You, I have very few friends because my personality is too solitary, indecisive, lacking a subjective viewpoint and my own judgment, sensitive and fragile.
I'm very worried, whether it's my call, or someone else's call to me next, about hearing bad news of someone familiar. This cold world is a parallel line, so I always stand outside of this parallel line, cautiously observing where it may extend to.
Therefore, whether as an apprentice or during my time at Starry Arts Academy, I always walked alone, alone, alone in isolation, cast out from the lively buzz, immersed in my own world, constantly thinking of a new melody, a tune, even though I know I've become disconnected from the world.
