We keep moving. And as we do, the things around us, well, they disappear.

Still, this was on the order of a minor miracle, running across someone to whom you can express your feeling so clearly, so completely. Most people go their entire lives without meeting a person like that. It would have been mistake to label this "love". It was more like total empathy.

Yo no soy tan fuerte. A mi me importa que me entiendan. Hay personas a quienes quiero comprender y quiero que me comprendan. Hasta cierto punto, pienso que es inevitable que el resto de la gnete no lo haga. Ya me he hecho a la idea. Así que no me ocurre lo mismo que a Nagasawa, a quien no le importa que no le entiendan.

I've finally experienced what the poet felt. The deep sense of loss after you've met the woman you love, have made love, then said goodbye. Like you're suffocating. The same emotion hasn't changed at all in a thousand years.

Nếu cứ hành động theo cách này thì tôi sẽ biến mất, từ từ nhưng chắc chắn. Mọi bình minh và mọi hoàng hôn sẽ cướp đoạt của tôi từng mảnh, từng mảnh bản thân tôi, và chẳng bao lâu nữa cuộc đời tôi sẽ bị bào mòn hoàn toàn - và kết cục tôi sẽ chẳng là gì.

Cuando su corazón se mueve, tira del mío. Como dos barcas atadas por una cuerda. Que no se puede cortar, pues no existe ningún cuchillo capaz de cortarla.

Hatsumi had a pretty good idea that Nagasawa was sleeping around, but she never complained to him. She was seriously in love with him, but she never made demands.'I don't deserve a girl like Hatsumi,' Nagasawa once said to me. I had to agree with him.

But it has finally hit me: she is neither a concept nor a symbol nor a metaphor. She actually exists: she has warm flesh and a spirit that moves. I never should have lost sight of that warmth and that movement.

Every single day, each time I see her face, see her, it's utterly precious.