It is similar, I feel, to the poetic way that some of them view the coming and going of flowers with the seasons.

[A passing, ephemeral beauty that they know will only last a very short while. Something wonderful, something tragic, that tragedy built into the very way that the flower itself exists. A vivid loveliness that they appreciate all the more knowing that it will last only a few, precious moments.

Matsui isn't sure how he feels about any of it, really, though the uncertainty manifests in little more than another slightly pinched expression as he straightens and shifts into another pose. FITNESS!! From this new stupid pose, he states very seriously:]

I do not think that they are enviable.