"On your left," I warn as I pass you almost brushing your side, I turn my head to look at you and give you a smile.

I returned to Tokyo a few days ago to participate in this marathon. I've been getting in shape for months and it's a good distraction before getting back into the swing of things with the announcement of the new album, the tours... getting back to the life of a singer. Basically I'm taking advantage of my break to do everything pending on my to-do list.

I came to the marathon with a friend, but I lost track of him half an hour ago, but on the bright side, I found you. I've been following you for several minutes, I can see that you're in good shape and it's not difficult for you to do this, and those tights look great on you. Harry, for God's sake, focus.

Anyway, I wanted to get your attention to... start a conversation maybe? But that's not the norm in a marathon, so the only thing I could think of was to pass you by. Very mature of me. But the good thing is that it seems to have worked, because before I know it, you're running past me, laughing. Oh, this is going to be fun.