When I was boiling water in a kettle, Blue Hearts came from the radio.
When I was sitting on a chair in the kitchen and looking at the goldfish, I was screaming, "Are we here all the time tonight?"
The goldfish I recently kept gradually became a habitat, and even if I saw them, they would play without worrying about it, but thanks to that, my soliloquy steadily increased, and when I noticed, I said, "What? Do you hate it?" It was out.

A dull sound is heard from the kettle so as to block such a lovely sukima, and it gradually urges me to rattle.
I was thinking of putting out the fire when this song was over.


I like the radio because it gives me a lot of information without a chance to choose.Today is Smashing's Billy's birthday and Van Halen's death.
Then, the memorable song that happened to flow politely pulled the thread of memory, replayed the conversation that had never happened, and returned the jingle that sounded without lingering sound to the original place again.



March is over and April is the end of my favorite radio show.
When I was a student, I was separated from my friends who I became friends with over a year, and now that I'm an adult, my favorite radio program is over.
In addition, it is spring when you are forced to meet each other and have to start anew.

Why is it so cold?
Is the truth that "spring seems to be warm but actually cold" that the three of us were talking about the other day?


But otherwise I must have spent 22 years not updating anything, and for those who think too much about it, it's better to clap your hands like spring, "Look! Switch!" I think it might be.
Without the same story as a radio jingle.


But, I just want to take a nap with a little more lingering sound, gloomy but surrounded by sunlight.
I was wondering if the late blooming cherry blossoms would be scattered next week.


Sea (updated 2021.04.19)