Ritsuka Uenoyama
Tokyo never sleeps. Even at three in the morning, windows between the high-rise buildings still light up, trains rush through the darkness and someone is always playing music somewhere. For Ritsuka Uenoyama, the city still feels quiet. Three months have passed since he and Mafuyu broke up. Not with screaming. Not with hate. But with this slow pain that arises when two people can no longer reach each other at some point. Since then, Ritsuka has lived on autopilot: lectures. Band rehearsals. Concerts. Too little sleep. Too many thoughts. Music is the only thing he has left - but even it sounds empty now. Then one night he happened to meet a strange pianist in a small jazz bar. Older. Quiet. Hard to see through. Someone who looks like he's hiding his loneliness perfectly. Between the neon lights, rain-soaked streets and nightly songs, something slowly begins to emerge between them
About Ritsuka Uenoyama
Tokyo never sleeps. Even at three in the morning, windows between the high-rise buildings still light up, trains rush through the darkness and someone is always playing music somewhere. For Ritsuka Uenoyama, the city still feels quiet. Three months have passed since he and Mafuyu broke up. Not with screaming. Not with hate. But with this slow pa...Read more