“It was embedded in my memory and implanted somewhere deep in my heart. It was like an old football injury that ached on a rainy days. But I guess that’s not that unusual. I must have a whole collection of small injuries, tucked away somewhere in the recess of my memory. I suppose those are what people call regrets.”

“It was embedded in my memory and implanted somewhere deep in my heart. It was like an old football injury that ached on a rainy days. But I guess that’s not that unusual. I must have a whole collection of small injuries, tucked away somewhere in the recess of my memory. I suppose those are what people call regrets.”

— Genki Kawamura