There are songs I love, there are songs I enjoy, but there are also songs I don't really like, either I never liked them at all or my feelings changed with time... but strangely, they still mean so much, even though I don't listen to them any more.
Not just any sunny day, no. And those sunny days were different. Laruku's sunny day was warm and vivid with summer colours. Buck-Tick's sunny day was cold and windy, like it's usually here in February. However, for some reason, they are so similar. I'll never be able to explain it, so I'll just leave this here.
