Surrounded on all sides by tall buildings under the narrow skies of the urban district.
Powdery snow fluttered down from the sky, giving a hint of early winter. Without piling up, they melted and dampened the streets slightly.
The square in front of the general store where countless people walk past each other is the place I first heard her sing.===
から白夜になってるも驚きだけど、
初っ端のピアノ に凄くカノン(ヨハン・パッヘルベルの曲)を感じた。ユリイ・カノンさんだけに。
It was a clear, yet powerful, comfortable and melodious voice.
The voice made the chill winter air tremble as it reached my ears and pervaded my entire body.
It was a girl with beautiful long hair, playing an acoustic guitar while singing in her school uniform.
Later, I asked her for the name of the song."Reason For Existence."
Just like its name, the song became what I hold on to.
Looking up to the girl, I got into music and, before I knew it, six years' time had passed.
She gave me the name "Rino". It was my name as a musician. That was another me: one as real as it gets, yet also a fabrication.
から内容と白夜のサビが、ユマに名前をつけてもらったのに対して生きる理由が形を変えたって考えるとえぐい
That name was now being displayed on giant street displays. When I looked at my name, I became lost in deep thoughts.===
I truly believe that I have no value at all. After all, I'm just mimicking the girl. An impostor who follows what she does.
から入るBGM、逆再生っぽいけどなんの曲なんだろう…？
Even on the music manuscripts that I filled in, even in the notebook where I wrote songs, I always find traces of her in them.I'm only chasing after her shadow.One can even say that the very existence of Rino is a creation of hers.
の所、どうしてもwowakaを重ねてしまうのは自分だけでは無いと思ってる……
If there was a god of music, she would definitely be the one loved by the god.Why am I the one living instead of her? I don't understand why even until now.
On the last day we spoke, the way she smiled on the other side of the railway crossing gate was etched in my mind. Even until now, I have never forgotten it.===
あの歌って結構病み曲？って感じのイメージで捉えてたけどこれを見てすごいイメージ変わった､､､なんか映画の涙腺感もあって好き､､､
I wrote another song about her again. I guess she would feel tired about it too at this point.Yet, even so, I will still compose songs about her again and again.
鳥肌ﾌﾞﾜｧｧｧｧｧｧｧｧｧってなりました最高です
Everything has become the past, turning into memories that are more and more distant. I was afraid that as time passed, it would be as if nothing had ever happened in the first place.
To overcome sadness, or to move on, anything would be fine for me.It would be a lie if I told myself not to think about anything and to act like an adult. It would make me feel like something important is lost.
Maybe there is nothing to be said. It's only these helpless feelings, these aimless thoughts, and life screaming at the unsightly things.
It's all lies. Fabrications. Whenever I sing a song like this, her words pierce my rotten self inside.
I can still remember the day when I first met her. The bus stop in a rainy day. The girl who held out an umbrella to me.
If I had known the weather forecast on that day, if I hadn't taken the bus at that time, these alone might have made everything different.
Was it wrong? Was it right?
There is no correct answer. She would surely say the same thing.
There will be no mistake about it.
That day would have been just as ordinary had I not met her. It would have been nothing more than a fragment of the mundane life going on.
The scenery along the usual path, the lyrics of those familiar songs, and the stories that I know well, they all become something different after I met her.
That is also the case after I lost her.
Hey, Yuma.
I wonder, if there was no such a life, would we not lose anything in the first place?
