Our live is like a sad love song
私 達 の 生 き て い る 悲 し い ラ ブ ソ ン グ の よ う で あ る

"Now say something!", There was silence for a moment. There was a certain tension in the air, but nothing happened.

The woman who had said this so emphatically was a bit older. She must have been over forty, but you didn't see it that much. She was slim and quite smartly dressed, which indicated that she was very careful about her appearance, even if she was older.

"You're pretty ungrateful! I spend so much money just so you can come here once, and you? You still don't say anything! I would have thought you'd speak again for this trip, thank me. But no, that's how it looks the blonde-haired woman yelled at the girl in front of her.

This sat on a bench and looked at the ground in front of him.It was impossible to tell whether she had really listened. She had long, light brown hair that hung down straight and left and right. When you saw the two women, you didn't think they belonged together.

The light brown-haired woman, who was essentially younger, wasn't dressed so smart, some would describe it as funky, she thought it was normal.

She wore red, white and black checked jeans, over them a black, tight skirt that went up to just below the knees. The right pant leg was rolled up and a black and red ringed overknee came to light. She wore black chucks that went to her ankles. On top a black, tight shirt on which was written 'DIE' in large, white letters. Her arms were covered by equally ringed, black and red gauntlets.

The people around them were already looking over at them with contemptuous looks. But they couldn't understand anything about the conversation, if you could call it that at all."Alex!" (Ss English pronunciation)
The light brown-haired woman still didn't react particularly well. She just rolled her bright blue eyes, which were made up black, and looked aside.

"Don't roll your eyes all the time! Be a little more grateful! After all, I wouldn't have to take care of you either! After all, I hardly knew your mother. And since my brother died, I haven't had any contact with you. And then yours has to be too build another accident, typical ... just leave yourself to me ...! "

The girl finally looked up at the woman. She gritted her teeth while the other continued to speak.
"... and actually you are not from HIM, my brother ... such a bitch ..."
Alex stood or rather jumped up and just started walking.
"Please stay here! You're still getting lost!"
But the younger one didn't react and just kept walking. Her pace became so fast that she was already running. Tears began to flow down her cheeks.___

In the city center, in a small street cafe in Tokyo, she was now sitting. The girl with long light brown hair and soft blue eyes. She cried the soul out of her body. Alone and quietly.

Although she had sat down in a corner of the cafe, the eyes of the other guests were noticeably on her. They literally stared at the girl and surely - each and every one of them - thought carefully what had happened to make this girl cry like that. What was also interesting to the others was the fact that this girl was a ganijin (foreigner).

But nobody came to her and asked what was going on or just comforted her. Who was interested in someone else in a big city like Tokyo? For a long time the interest only in seeing how badly it was for someone else and how good it was for oneself.

It was pouring rain outside, you could think it would never stop again. The sky was covered with dark, thick clouds so that the sun didn't even have a chance to break through.One of so many sad songs was playing softly on the radio. It all matched the girl's mood.

The blue-eyed woman looked vaguely into her cup of formerly hot chocolate. Now she was cold. Hot tears still ran down her flushed cheeks and dripped inexorably onto the small table. She straightened her gaze and looked out the window at which she was sitting. The rain made its way in small streams over the pane. The last few weeks had been a nightmare for her - in the truest sense of the word.

And now? She had been sitting in this little cafe for a few hours now. She looked out the window. But what was she actually doing here? She was crying, but about something that would probably pass again at some point. It was just a low in her life. It was just difficult to find the courage to live again and to look ahead. But what would you expect from someone who kept losing someone in their family and ended up being an orphan?But Alex kept trying to convince himself that everything would be fine. But how should that work? In front
especially when she sat crying in a corner and just stupidly stared at from the side.

She had been looking out the window the whole time and was in her thoughts.
At the moment your life was not going as well as usual. But crying about it? There were so many people who were a thousand times worse off than you. She was angry. About herself when she thought about it. It would be over soon.

You probably had more arguments with aunts. But most girls their age had families to stand by.
She was alone. Yes, life could be horrible, but that was part of it, right?

Her gaze was still directed outside. And slowly she began to calm down, although isolated tears still ran down her cheeks
wandered. She looked silently at the people who were running back and forth on the street outside.Everyone was in a hurry. But weren't there more important things than work?

The girl put her head on her arms, which she had crossed on the table and closed her eyes. What if she went back to her aunt's hotel tonight? She would surely get yelled at again, get anger and things thrown at her head for which she basically couldn't help.
She didn't want to go back at the thought.

Suddenly she heard a song that she hadn't thought of for a long time. She always sang it when she was particularly bad. And this was also the case when her mother died some time ago. Although it always cheered her up, it made her even sadder at the same time.
"... But please smile, smile my little sunshine, smile ...", she began to hum and sing along in her mind.

The blue-eyed woman could hear footsteps coming closer to her, but she didn't react. Who should come to her table anyway?She just kept hanging on with her thoughts.
How should she then behave towards her aunt? Just ignoring it was definitely bad. But didn't she always do that?

Next to her someone had come to a standstill, but the brown-haired woman still didn't react. Was she too deep in her thoughts.
Who should take care of a crying girl who just sat around and howled? Who already?

The eighteen-year-old now noticed something being laid over her shoulders. This made her curious and she looked up in amazement. In front of her was an unknown guy who had put a jacket over her shoulders. She couldn't really orient it. In her mind she wondered if she could know him, he seemed somehow familiar to her.

He looked Japanese, but somehow not. He was wearing sunglasses, which was unusual for this weather - where no sun was shining -. Her gaze began to meet him in a few moments.He had dark black hair that was a little longer but not too long. A few strands were tangled in his face. He was quite sporty, but smartly dressed. Dark jeans. White shirt hanging out.

When, after a few more past moments, neither of the two had said anything, he began to smile.
"場所 は 自由 で あ る か。 私 は 私 を こ こ に 坐 ら せ て も い い か。 (Is there still free space here? Can I sit down?)", He spoke in Japanese, which she did not understand. That was also one of the reasons why she didn't answer.

The younger man looked puzzled. It was actually easy to answer. A 'yes' or a 'no' would be enough for him.
He looked at her questioningly and a little puzzled.

The girl who was sitting in front of him had been staring at him for quite a while and no longer reacted.Had she even noticed him? Yes, she had to, after all, shortly after he'd asked the question, she'd started looking at him.

Alex was still looking at the man, her gaze became more and more questioning and desperate, what did the other want from her? He had to see that she wasn't from here. Or was it so inconspicuous?

"私 と 話 し た い と 思 わ な い か。 (Don't you want to talk to me?)", He asked with a smile, "単 そ そ れ に も か か わ ら ず ず 言 言。 (You can just say it.)"

She shook her head slightly and looked at him almost desperately. Should she say something now? At least in her native language, so that he would notice that she didn't understand him? But she hadn't said anything since her mother's accident. That's why her aunt had been upset all the time. For this reason, it was - she was already desperate - first flown with her to Japan.Alex fought an inner struggle with himself.

It was easy to order the hot chocolate, after all, you didn't have to speak to anyone if you were a foreigner. You could just point to something on the map and it was done.

She finally sighed.
"After all, he can't tell my aunt ...", she thought to herself and smiled at the man in front of her.
"I can't understand you," she finally managed to say in her native language.

Now it was he who looked at her puzzled, but then he smiled and began to speak American as well.
"Sorry, I didn't know that you didn't understand me," he smiled a gentle smile, "I asked you if I might not be able to sit down with you?"

She thought about it, then looked around the cafe and actually there were still some tables free here and there, so why did the other one want to sit down with her now?

Well, he had given her his jacket, but that was just one reason not an obstacle.Well it was an obstacle.
"Um ... yeah, sure ..."
The black-haired man smiled again and sat down on the chair across from her.

And now? She looked