Fan Translation:
Room 203 Jam Session
Wait a sec… How did I not notice this guitar before? Don’t tell me it’s been staring me in the face all this time… Whatever. Might as well pick it up and give it a few strums.
Eh, that definitely wasn’t my best performance. My finger placement was a bit of a mess; I’ve gotten rusty after not playing for so long.
“This was so much fun!”
“We should invite everyone next time.”
“A live concert featuring the two of you? I’ll be there!”
Whoa, slow down. Let’s not get ourselves carried away. I mean, we can always leave tomorrow ‘til it comes, right?
Who knows? Maybe someday, we’ll look back on this indolent chapter of our lives and find it to be as precious as jewelry.
Weird. Why did I say that? I don’t know what’s gotten into me… Tomorrow will turn out the same as today, if not like yesterday, anyway.
And so we go about our day and the next, and so on, completely oblivious to the looming demise.
That is, until this dream ends and we eventually wake up. Only then will we reminisce fondly about these jewel-like days.
And you know the thing about jewelry and stuff? They’re something you only occasionally take out from your keepsake box to admire.
