I am practicing alone early in the morning, aiming for the perfect “Ohayou (Good morning)” that everyone would adore. This is a special training in an empty bicycle parking lot. I am earnestly exercising the muscles around my mouth, to say “o” that brings last night back to the light; “ha” that will be forgotten as it disappear into the morning dew; “yo,” that beats the ringing bell, and that I only give to you; and “u,” that stays long until dusk. O, ha, yo, u, o, ha, yo, u. I hear from afar someone pedaling a bicycle. Now, the practice is over. As I strike the best greeting of my youth, you will have a crush on me.