Minute by Minute

The rain is pouring down as if the world has decided to do a spring cleaning, washing away old grudges, clearing our ears of words that have long lost their meaning. The air is humid, sticky, but there's something liberating about it: as if you could just close your umbrella, spit on sadness, and step into the puddles in time with the music. My eyes are swollen, the TV is broken, and there's a light goodbye aftertaste inside, but without the drama this time. Everything is teetering on the edge between "still love" and "already let go." The city hums like a remix of yesterday's life, and every flash of headlights seems like a new opportunity to fall in love, forget, and start over. With each passing minute, the rhythm becomes clearer, the breathing more even, and even the wet hair sticks to my face like a reminder: not everything that breaks needs to be fixed. Sometimes it's enough to just dance in the rain and believe that's freedom. WORDS: Takuma Ohara and Shintaro Namioka MUSIC: Shintaro Namioka DIRECTOR: Kuma Toru (Sama) FILM, ILLUSTRATION: ocome CREATIVE PRODUCER: KEITA SUGAI (Sairan) PRODUCER: Yukina Hayashi (Sama) CREATIVE AGENCY: Sairan PRODUCTION: SAMA