I hated my heavy, pitch-black hair.

I felt that if I dyed them some brighter color, the appearance of the world around me could change too.

But... now that I've done it, the world's not changed a lot.

I'm going to keep my head dyed in this color forever, because I'm frustrated at that.

I was told by the vice-president that it looks like some splashed paint.

Instead of anything having changed for the better, I have an impression my life got harder without much purpose.

And despite that, I'm going to keep this color... maybe by doing so I'm expecting some change to finally take place.

Boring story, right... ?

No... a lot of painful things happened to you... Takamura-kun.

...Stop it.

It's not like I told it to you because I wanted you to say this kind of stuff.

It won't be enough to thank you for telling me all of that,

Takamura-kun.

but I want you to listen to something about me now.