[ voice | Japanese ]

Spring rain:
telling stories,
a straw coat and umbrella walk past...

I call myself a man of spirit,
but on this journey,
grass for a pillow,
my thoughts keep going back-


Not exactly what I was looking for...

I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!

I think so too... Tohma? You are important. Don't forget it.