You're so kind, Kazuhiko. That's what I like about you. " I like you, too. I love you so much. " If he weren't so inarticulate, Kazuhiko could have said so much more. How much her expression, her gentle manner, her pure untainted soul meant to him. How important, in short, her existence was to him. But he wasn't able to put into words. He was only a third-year student in junior high, and worst yet, composition was one of his worst subjects.
People who try to create a musical revolution do not have a chance, but those who turn their back to music can sometimes find it.