Watching Ichi Ritoru no Namida right now and this song striked me... here's the link since i can't embed shockwave players on this blog... this is stupid... why block it?! sigh... anyway... just click on the link ^^

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6816413107017675253&q=remioromen




The last day, the last kiss, the last hand shake, the last hug... it's so sad to say forever.




I'm not sure why the song is called March 9th... maybe back in Japan, that's when school ends? The MV is a story about the last day of class in high school, for a graduating class. I think it alludes to that Zen Buddhist proverb:

Before Enlightment,

Cutting wood, carrying water.

After Enlightment,

Cutting wood, carrying water



I don't know why, but people often don't get that analogy... what changes? Apparently nothing, since you're still making the same acts you've always done! But your mentality changes. It doesn't mean that food will just fall from the sky when you reach an elightened state. You'll still need to do the same things you've always done, but they will be somehow, different.

I think the MV gives that impression to the audience; that as school is now over, the girl takes time to video tape everything: the road back home, little kids, a dog on the street... all ordinary things which can be considered trivial, right? However, it'd be the last time she'd be seeing that scenery behind the eyes of a gakkousei, a high school (or elementary) student. You can see at the end how she looks at her old uniform and thinks about the old times... then she gets ready to go to work (probably) and is from that moment on, for a good number of years, too busy to look at those things with such pure eyes.

I put this here on this post because it reflects my last day back home. Since I was a kid, I'd always imagine what would it be like if that day would be my last day in my home? What if I'd be going away, never to return? I'd make a checklist of things to do, so that I'd treasure that day for all times. Funny how one day I actually got to experience my last day at home.

On my last day, nothing changed. The TV programs still started on time, the sun still shone bright and omnipotent up in the blue sky... the moon still reflected that cold light into the night. My dogs were still cute and fluffy, and at night my family still watched the news at 8. But somehow, for everyone, those trivial things became more than that: it'd be the last time we'd watch the news at 8 together (we've been doing that for all my life then, it had become some sort of a family tradition I think), it'd be the last time I'd tell my dog to sit before I put the bowl of food on the floor and it'd be the last time mom would fix us dinner from our kitchen, in our house. If I could have taped that last day, every moment, every second... I'd be watching it like the girl...



With tears in my eyes, as I reminisce on times which will never return.

You have no idea how empty one feels when he has to leave his home. Forever. Whenever I think about this, I sigh with sadness.





Forever is too long a time to wait...