yesterday afternoon 新宿 Just thinking about it makes

Just thinking about it makes it hard to breathe

Sharing the warmth of the sun

a strange calmness arrives

inversely proportional to her heavy feelings

which had now turned cold

yesterday afternoon 新宿 Just thinking about it makesT On an afternoon like any other, with trees swaying quietly and children's laughter in the distance, she sat on a park bench, looking down at her book. Normally, she'd be immersed in its world, but today was different; the words wouldn't transform into a story in her mind. Looking up, she noticed a bird in the park corner, pecking at something. After watching it for a while, it seemed as if the bird looked at her and chirped as though trying to