空も飛べるはず

There is something about this song that resembles a teenage diary: a secretly hidden knife, absurd bravado, fear of the gods and one's own weakness. Everything is too sharp, too real, as if the world is falling apart at the seams, but at the same time, this is what makes it beautiful.

It shimmers like broken glass in the sun - and each shard reflects the encounter that changed everything. It's like the miracle of a simple fact: someone is nearby, someone is laughing, and that's enough to believe that yes, you can fly. Even if the world, glistening with trash, seems hostile. Even if dreams are soaked through. Because as long as there is laughter nearby, everything else can be endured.