-there was and there is -

the human is a little bit awkward.

he says that i like it but i hate it.

it reminds me of a burnt toast.

for him, the toast must be spectacular.

if someone asks why he loves it,

then he would say why not.

i also used to like an unbaked toast.

and i also hate the burnt one.

it has two sides of its story.

there was and there is.

both sides.

he'd love them.

 and 

     so would i.

-Sometimes we become blind when focusing on a hope-

title:「ONE MORE CHANCE」

-Chase-

go--down

gogo-dodown

gogogo--dododown

gogogogo--dodododown. 

q.e.d.

-Just I Want a Rec-

Everyone.

YELLS!

 

[Wonder woNder, ariSe Now!]

[I wAnNa Ponder foR A whIle!]

but nothing happens.

the wonder dislikes noisiness.

SO.

Everyone.

whispers.

[Wonder woNder, ariSe Now!]

[I wAnNa Ponder foR A whIle!]

but nothing happens.

the wonder likes teasing you.

-Keep Your Book Close-

"Seeing is believing”?

  So, I would be glad to read your book, one more two more three more times.

I then see your past again when you were in my mind.

Alternatively, could you make an attempt to tell me your beliefs.

For instance…(sorry, but because I’m absorbed in conjecture,)

1. YOUR BELIEEF IS RIDING ON A ZEBRA IN WHITE FOR GOOD AND BLACK FOR EVIL:

2. YOU LIKE CLASSSICAL MUSIC AND YOU HATE SOMEONE’S IDEA:

3. YOU WON’T OPEN A BOOK WHEN YOU PUT ON YOUR CONSIDERING CAP:

…something like that kind of obstacles to convey your beliefs.

Even if the stories you are telling me don’t have the quite surprising fact for me,

Then, I would say with holding your book open,

“Believing is not really seeing.”

                                            

-Departure Ⅱ.-

Half of them.
You are half of them.

I ask you.
To come in.

Otherwise!
you'll never 

see

listen

smell

feel

this kind of surreal world.

You know well.

I know a little.

So.
I ask you.
To come in.

You will need.
to tell me.

How surreal this kind of world. 
Where I'm living is.

-the smaller-

[In an empty room with full of time and enough of ideals]

A young man tries to express his thoughtful feeling to his girl. She, at the age of mid-twenties, closes her eyes and attempts to look contemplative. She anyhow holds her shoulder like it's meaningless or 'cos of coldness.

The young man starts to speak silently.

"Ah, well my baby.

You are indubitably and creatively a miracle. If I was the one who created you, I would be so proud of myself...yes, I meant so...

Let's see, for instance...

[Looking calm, but he is gradually unable to hide his concern with his hand tremor]

"...for instance, you know, men and women, are so confusing. And words...aha, words! so so difficult even though they should be the tool for innocence like us..,

it's...well, so challenging to associate with with with.......y"

[QUICKLY, THIS SCENE CHANGE TO A SEA BEACH WITH TWO STRANDED FISHES]

(beach)(beach)(peach)(peach)(beach)(beach)(beach)(beach)(peach)(peach)(beach)(beach)(beach)(beach)(peach)(peach)(beach)(beach)

"I LOVE YOU HONEY!!!"
"ME TOO DARLING!!!"

(beach)(beach)(peach)(peach)(beach)(beach)(beach)(beach)(peach)(peach)(beach)(beach)

(peach)(beach)(peach)

- CRY OUT-

If you were "hareta-hi (a sunshiny day),"

I would sing like this.

[hi hi doo doole doo.

hi hi dooo dole dooo.]

If you had a headache then caused by the raining sky,

I would cheer you up like this.

[yo yo yo mama.

yo yo yo mama doo.]

You must ask...what I'm saying or what they mean.

then kindly, I would answer the question like this.

[The answer:

could be the sound of my heartbeat,

could be one side of conceptual arts,

could be the words of affection,

could be similar to the convetsation among holies.

could be yo yo yo doodle mama.

could be just some simple symbols,

could be.......]