In the morning, I'm awaked by the heavy-duty headache.
Hey, headache, where are you from? Slight cold?
The Headache said that you use yourself too much.
Particularly my brain from the inside.
I said that I couldn?ft help it. It is bad headache, especially from the MEMENTO of past time.
He said, "You are here in yourself. Not past, not blank future. You are here now. Do not use me such a absurdity dreamy recollection."
My brain knows where do we go.
However they do not tell me how to get my future.
Soreha konotede tsukamu mono.
If I look to out of my window, I naturally do myself.
Look, this is myself. I looked glass face-to-face.
Where do we go now?
