About

Tokyo was always dazzling. When night falls, countless lights fill the streets, and people walk toward their respective destinations. But even under those brilliant lights, there were people who remained invisible to everyone. People who are alive but don't feel like they are living. People who have lost their dreams, lost their emotions, and simply repeat tomorrow over and over. I was one of them. When I was young, I had dreams I wanted to achieve. I believed that one day, I too could become a shining person. But time moved too fast, and reality took those dreams away one by one. When I came to my senses, I had become a person who ends the day by taking the same train, walking the same streets, and looking up at the same sky. My reflection in the glass window felt like a stranger. Since when did I change like this? Since when did I forget how to smile? Even while walking among people, I thought of myself as a ghost wandering this city. No one looked at me, and I didn't even have the luxury to look at anyone else. Then came a day that seemed like it would never change. On a night like any other, on a commute like any other, I met a woman. She was also an ordinary person living in this giant city. But strangely, in the moments I spent with her, my frozen time began to move, bit by bit. Our meeting might have been a coincidence, or it might have been fate. But one thing was certain: since that day, my Tokyo began to shine in a different color.