A beautiful song’s tunes surrounding a woman in her 70s, relaxed on the bench. A pocket radio-shaped Bluetooth speaker was placed next to her, singing songs pleasing to the old lady’s ears.

On one hand, the melodic rhythm surrounds her, making her feel light-headed. On the other hand, whispers of stubborn noise buzzing behind her back. No matter how soft and beautiful the rhythm it may be, somehow it gets
affected by sharp noise piercing the peace in one’s mind/heart.

On the other side, at the same park, a girl in her school
uniform was bypassing the same park in a hurry.

Mirai is on her way home, with a lost expression, thinking about something that bothers her every time, which seems to happen more frequently these days.

She suddenly halts when her eyes notice the convenient store, a few metres ahead of her house.

She scoots back home, but again lost in emotions whirling in her mind while staring at her apartment with a deep sad sigh, ” I don’t know why people ask me why I am alone most of the time.

Sometimes, they look at me with pity and offer to sit by my side, which is the most irritating thing for me.

I like to be alone, is that a crime?