2009

Hug, they are.

In that era, the patterns are fresh to me,
Symbols thrown on the Internet,
I really feel cared about.

However, not everyone seems to think so.

Longing for warmth, as if humans need it,
However, "Human, what is it?"

I also want to know.

Those "initial thoughts" that are being instilled unconsciously,
And "a result that is taken for granted",

I began to doubt them.

who are they,
They are the people in my memory,
Will talk and interact with me,

I don’t know them,
I believe they are too,
They kept their distance, but did not forget.

Including myself.

At that time falling in love,
The only thing I can give to each other is my own painting,
Make each other happy.

Although it is stupid and meaningless.

Because, I don't miss it at all.

The more impulse appears, the more I am confused.
Why does it feel heart, can not be maintained without interruption.

I think something is wrong,
It feels fake.

But humans don’t seem to like to be said that,
It's ridiculous.

Girls who liked short hair back then,
This hairstyle is called "Bob"

Everyone liked this person back then.
I'm actually not very interested,
His name is Kurt Cobain
He seems to have killed himself

Until one day,
In the story about him,
I saw the words "My tears are falling, but only your applause",

I seem to know why I don’t hate painting him.

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