At work. Another day draws close to ending, business needs, server needs, support. He sits at his workstation. The song he remembered, searched and found yesterday booms in his ears through the painful earplugs. Won't fit -- ears not factory size. He finds the lyrics.. a language he once knew better. Japanese... a page with the translation on the right. It is another tragic song -- mournful and happy at the same time. Spam continues to accumulate in his mailbox, and his fingers flicker the attention of the system between it, the lyrics, and some work stuff that only occasionally needs attention. The first time he hears it, he doesn't feel much. The second time, he feels something, and is moved almost to tears near the end, where the song, for a round, switches to badly pronounced english. The third time, the song gives him deep shivers. He stops the random cycle of the mp3 player after the third for awhile -- he cannot hear it, or anything else, again for a few moments, and needs a moment to reflect.