Sometimes you just encounter a song that is so beautifully painful. The shimmering lights of buildings, the dazzlingly fragmented superimpositions of cityscapes as the train moves swiftly captured by the movie video are just so poignant. It reminds me once when I was on the Yamanote line on a train headed for Shinagawa. I was leaning against the train door and let the blurring lights of Shinagawa skyscrapers plunge into my eyes like fish scales in blue and red. Suddenly, a train bound for Ikebukuro shot in the opposite direction like an arcing bullet, shaking the glass with a loud thud. So I was like abruptly sucked into the vacuum of a world by two antagonistic forces, and it is the moment that I experienced an epiphany: Tokyo is a river of stars at the bottom of the sea, and the glittering lights of Shiodome, Shinjuku, Ikebukuro, Shinagawa are like blue butterflies flying in this glowing abyss. I was a snail in love with butterflies, but it will take me 100 million years to cross to the place where the butterflies are flying. It was a moment where I found myself realizing how alone I was, but the world was so beautiful anyway.
It was a moment as I realized I fall in love with a crazy city.
