
What is name of the piece please (1)

What is name of the piece please (2)

Holding the letter from her, I sat by the window in the sparsely filled train.

As large buildings slowly disappeared from the landscape, it occured to me that I was leaving the bustling city and reaching my hometown.

At the same time, memories of those moments came back to me with a rush.

Although it's something that had happened years ago, I didn't find it nostalgic. I had never forgotten about it.

The sound of rubbing tight steel guitar strings.The rooftop of the dimly lit school building.The scent of rain wafting atop the concrete floor.The noisy railway crossing bell.The abandoned railway lines drenched in rain.The hospital ward full of stains.The metal transmission towers that cut the sky into pieces.The evening bus stop.The stationary ferris wheel.

ここら辺音楽の早いところ?でテンポいいな、みたい覚えてたけどこの動画みてちょっと切なく感じた、、、なんかやっぱ深いな、、、私は彼女になりたかったはい、ここで涙腺感しにました

Ordinary scenes that existed everywhere. Even though the world around me was gradually changing, I still convinced myself that the same everyday life would go on forever.

The reason why I still write about those moments, is because I haven't moved forward in life.

The reason why I still dwell in my memories, is surely because I can't say the word "goodbye".

All the things I've been through with her in that one year and a half are just as vivid as the image projected from a movie projector.

In the scenes of those memories, me and her appear as if we are being watched through a viewfinder from a slightly distant place.

The girl whose hair is cut to the length of her collar and the girl whose beautiful long black hair reminds people of a wet crow's feathers.

That day -- the scene of us performing a musical piece for the first time.

Two girls sitting side by side in front of a piano are pressing on the piano keys.

A Canon played by two.

Ever since the day I followed behind her melody, I have been pursuing her all the time.

For me, that was the beginning of a new world.

If she keeps on walking, she will be able to leave the darkness. If she keeps on running, she can even get closer to the moon. If she keeps on wishing, she can make anything come true. She strongly believes these without a sense of doubt.

That is how she looked like in my eyes.

The girl who is never discouraged by anything, who gives all she has to music. She's dazzling, noble and pretty.

I wanted to be like her.

She is, without a doubt, the reason why my world was transformed.
