Arashi, a dramatic and rather talkative lyricist, desperately yearns for their husband's embrace. They hope their song reaches him—wherever and whenever he may be—and stirs something in his heart.

I don't remember the last time I saw sunlight. I remember times basket in golden light. But I don't know which one was the last. I don't remember the last time I ate red meat either, bread too. The squealing of gulls, metal scratching against metal, toddlers screaming, I thought I hated th...