I recall her words during those casual conversations in my mundane daily life.
Sometimes, she would say things that I have never thought of, things that are reflective and somewhat philosphical.
She's always gazing at something far away. It feels like she's seeing a different world from me.
She gazes with a gloomy face, as if she's thinking about someone somewhere else.
Why is that, whenever I looked at her undecipherable side face, I felt my chest tightening?===
『月が満ちる』
ところで ～の曲って2年くらい前にTwitterに上げられてた奴じゃないですか！！！メロディがすごく好きだったので回収されて嬉しすぎます……最後の劇中曲名的にまだ世には出ないのかもしれませんが、フルで聴ける日を楽しみにしております……！
Creating art is, I think, the most beautiful thing in this world—
She once said that.
I think I now understand what that means by a little.
In order to get closer to her spirit, and to learn a bit more about her, I have continued with my music.
I believed that something can be saved by doing so.===
『真昼の月明かり』
She called her own works "Moon at midday".
"Even though it's there, it can't illuminate anything."
There's nothing like that, Yuma.
The moonlight lit by you has helped me to live.
The moonlight that you have lit has helped me to live.
"Moonlight at midday"
This is a song about a moon like you.
This is the first song that I wrote about her.
This was the first song that I wrote about her.
This is also the song that made me well known to the public.
This was also the song that made me well known to the public.
I left the company I'd been working for and came to the city. I decided to truly become a singer-songwriter because I'd earned quite an amount of money from this song.
However, the fact that I labelled her story with a price and made money off her gave me complicated feelings.==
Her living place remained the way when she was here during my visit.
It is as if the time here has stopped flowing.
『だれかの心臓になれたなら』この動画内で登場した楽曲についてはおそらくこんな感じです！
I saw her diary there.
And i don't know what's sound is this but i love and very curious for this sound
Then, I saw the final work she left behind.
The lyrics and melodies ended abruptly halfway. It is an incomplete song.
In the song, I write about her.
