Yesterday o Utatte (1997)

This emotion … I thought, “Is it pity that I am feeling for this slender woman, living all alone and raising a child by herself in a foreign country?” But I may be wrong. Because, you see, the only thing I remember about her is her laughing face. I want to see that laughin face once again. But … I need courage. I’m sure that … if I meet her in the near future, I won’t be able to come back.

Once you’re an adult, your head gets so full of all kinds of unnecessary thoughts that you lose sight of what you really feel. It feels like being a teenager who loses their head over love.

Sometimes … I have this dream. I’m on my bike and you’re on the back … We’re going down this road that could be anywhere. And I think to myself, “Ahh … this is like a dream.” And then I wake up.

We live but there’s also death … That’s life! It’s very simple! Stop crying!

Love is a case of survival of the fittest. It’s like a game of musical chairs. If you pause to gather your wits, he’ll get snapped up from beneath you and you’ll regret it later. Understood? Love is a battle!

As long as she’s cute, it’s okay even if she’s violent.

Relationships are like rock-paper-scissors, don’t you think? You’re rock and I’m scissors. Scissors can never beat rock, so there’s no point trying to look cool.

I want her to be strong. Strong enough to break my bones.

Still … I think I get it now. If you confess to someone, you’re basically asking them to let you always be by their side.

If you don’t make the place where you belong yourself, you see, no matter how much you run away, or how much you wait, you won’t find it.

I racked my brains over this and that, and yet in the end, the destination I wander towards is the place my soul longs for. No matter where I run away to, I cannot forget it. The place where people are waiting for me. But I know. Rikuo is definitely not waiting. He might be relieved that I’m not there. However, by running away like this, even if it’s bitter, even if it’s lonely, it’s by letting this wound ache until it heals that I’ll be able to move forward.

I want to love someone. To be loved by someone … Even if it’s only that, why is it so difficult … As I’ve always known, that is … Being next to the person I like …

Even shooting stars land at someone’s feet. And what I’m looking at is the light from a star that’s long dead. My star’s gone out. It’s done. It’s over.

To me, he was like the stars … You can’t touch them, but they’re always there, shining. They’re not as bright as the moon, but … You always know they’re there. Even when you can’t see them, they’re still shining … just that much was enough for me.

I know what I was scared of … I was scared because I haven’t seen him … And that if I don’t see him, I get more and more anxious … And the more anxious I am, the more negative I become. And now I have a bad feeling about all this.

I think love is just an illusion, isn’t it? But when you’ve tasted it, you can’t escape before it gives you something in return.