yumiSONG | ARTIST, LIVE IN TOKYO.�What and whom am I waiting for? I might forget it. “Waiting” would be last longer than myself. That kind of thought makes me feel nervous. Nervous as being on the unfamiliar road at the evening. I was seeing the people being killed through the opening of the closet. Not only people. Dogs and birds were also killed. A green airplane threw thousands of pieces of red paper. The sky, the wall and the
