How can this end?
That was close -- it almost ended. Almost finished.
It can't be over! It can't be over!
I'm not lying. That was all true. But there's no Journal back. Journal, no night, no longer known as Journal.
"How can this end?"
"Whoa!"
I pushed the door of the teacher's office “booming” and Tachibana teacher “blowing” from the chair. I just ran into the teacher's office and ran through a volunteer questionnaire just submitted.
"Sorry! Please let me think again!"
"...Please consider."
I left the teacher's office with a slight sign of retreat. Then went straight back to the apartment. I didn't have to run. I didn't have anything to worry about. It's like leaving the past behind, walking around, lost, afraid, hesitant, and everything else.
"No happy ending is needed. An ordinary ending on it."
No way.
"This is my end. I'm so happy to run towards fate."
No way.
"I will treasure the memories of the night and move forward."
"How can it be?"
I ran into the live room and pulled out the keyboard just collected. And then you bring in computers, headphones, energy drinks and everything else.
It's dry!
The door was closed with a spirit that would never return to the human world.
"Ah, before that."
The same mistakes will never be repeated. We've got to get in touch with the flowers and the real thing, and the BAMBOO Coffee Shop. I sent the opposite message to my best friends and to the place where I worked: I said to my best friend, “I'm going to take a few days off, but I'm fine, so don't worry”, and to the place where I worked, I said, “I can't go to work because I can't have an epidemic.
The response will come soon.
True: Roger. What about tomorrow's dinner?"
"Spring Flowers: It's better to postpone until Her Highness is satisfied. But in exchange for dinner."
"Meal sauce: The owner told me. Please don't worry, rest. You took care of me before. I'll fill all the gaps."
Thank you, real. Flowers. Meal sauce.
"Thank you, everyone!"
I gave my thanks out loud and bowed to the starter. Then, turn back to the keyboard. Through the keyboard, face yourself and Fai night.
Ah, Fai Night. I have something to say to you. There are things that must be communicated to you in any case. You said that on the day of the fireworks convention.
"I want to sing more songs with the leaves."
"Me too, I want to..."
I want to sing more songs together. I want to say more. I want to play more, go more, watch more different scenery, laugh more and more.
"I want to spend more time with Fai Night!"
I'm going to write it into a song. Where are you now? On the moon? In the universe? I have to send it anywhere. Send this song that I'm thinking about. Lend me the power, Dad.
I put my finger on the keyboard. And right then, as if it had been waiting for this moment, the cell phone was shaking. It's a call. It's incredible, I guess I figured out who it was. There's one on the screen.
"Mother called."
I answered the phone without hesitation.
Hello?
"Ah, finally." "Ah, no bones."
Until I finish the first sentence, an anachronistic, cold sound pierced my ear.
"You know how many calls I made? You're afraid to talk because you're a coward, right? I heard you took a break without even contacting the school. That's a great girl for pie. You think you're living alone? Do you have any idea how many people you're in trouble for? No one will agree with you without changing this self-centred idea. You will only be grateful in secret for your loss."
Can't stop, can't stop. That's amazing. Same old. Even if the cell phone was removed from the ear, it was clearly delivered. It feels like cell phone power is dropping at a fast pace. That's it. Don't give me any chance to talk back, walk like a cannon and list my flaws. That's what Mom does. My brother said let me have my left ear, but I can't. I have my own approach.
"...sorry.
But it's my fault this time, so I can only start with an apology. But...
"I can't apologize without refuting." I'm not the kind of weak person who gets silenced. Or are you using me as a sandbag?"
An apology from the district cannot shake the mother. I have understood that.
"Listen to me, Mom."
"...okay. ... watch your mouth. According to what you have to say next, I may make an irreversible decision."
"...I see.
Say it.
After a brief silence, I took a deep breath. I know that long mattresses are useless.
"I can't be the kind of mother I want."
「……」
"I've been trying so hard. To be able to talk to Mom on an equal footing. To be a family again with Mom. But ah, I see. Mom and I are different people. It is fundamentally impossible to have the same mood. But that's good.
「……」
"Mom, I want to find what I really want to do. It is not to be praised or recognized, but to find what it really wants to do. I want to use my life on it."
"Yes."
"But I'm not going to ask you to cheer me up. But at least give me... the time before we find it."
I held the handler down my head. Knowing that the other party could not have seen it, the other party had fallen down on its head. Mother was silent for a long time and then,
"Too naive. You've been...
Of course, her attitude has not wavered at all. After that, it became a simple argument. A bickering that cuts across a 200-km straight line, and eventually,
"Okay.
Mother suddenly said that.
"Try it. Just, it's responsible to do something like that. In the end, it may not be known that the worst may end up dying alone in an unknown place. Don't forget that.
With that, she unilaterally hung up the phone. Intimidation and intimidation can only be expressed in this way. Mom.
I lie on the couch like I'm paralyzed.
"...said it."
Say it to Mom.
Paradoxically, there is no emotion in the heart. I'd be happy if I'd gotten my mom's approval.
"I see..."
The most important thing in my heart has changed long ago.
A little lonely and a little happy. What kind of feelings is this?
I tried to listen to the sound in my head, but I couldn't hear my mom.
Then the moon fell again several times.
I put all my time and energy away from sleep and food on the keyboard.
"...completed.
It was born. It struggled and suffered, but it ended as if it had been guided by the moon, and it had been accomplished smoothly.
"Daddy, thank you.
I did enjoy the whole process.
I'm holding on to the music that's just finished, as if it's still pulsed.
Open the window, barefoot on the moonlight balcony. It's a windless night. Look up, the moon on the left side is not in the dark.
You're watching from there. Will you listen to me? Probably not very well. But I made it into a song with all my heart.
And We wrapped our hands in silver bracelets from the night, which shined in the moon, and breathed into the air of the night.
"--the continuation of yesterday — to say to you — even if it's insignificant — just right in time — let me hear the truth — just because I want it to happen."
I sing it over and over again.
Think about the night. Think about the day with the night.
Unknowingly, there is no more one song.
It's two people singing. You're still the same.
Singing with Fai Night. Not an illusion. Yes, I can. It's the voice of the night.
"One more time on the night!"
Laughing. Run. Sing it, no matter how many times.
I started singing again. This time it was two. Two people... huh?
"This voice is..."
I heard the voices of a third person that would have been impossible to hear. This is it. The voice of the third person, who only belongs to me and the world of the night. I didn't think, "Who is this voice?" Because I can't be wrong about that. But why does her voice...
"Aah."
That's when the night sky crossed a meteor. It's as if I've been attracted to a meteor in my head. One, another. They shined into countless flashes and lit up every corner of my mind.
Strange. It was weird from the beginning.
Why should I be attracted to her?
How could her music so deeply penetrate me? Why would she sing the same melody I wrote.
And why she smiles like she knows the fate of the future. All the "why" came together a little bit.
「Yachiyo……」
I call on the names of those I admire.
※
"Yachiyo has been practicing mud dances lately. Super fun dance, let's show you. Well, let's get started.
This is the first time I've read the world on a monthly basis since Faisal Night's graduation live.
As in the past, Yachiyo was shown live on the screen on the side of the road and several virtual images were seen. A few of them laughed, but that was a replay. I can see it at first sight when I'm done with all of Yachiyo's activities. This is the first time.
What happened to Yachiyo. I can't even get a phone call to confirm it. I came to the moon-reading world with hope, but I didn't see Yachiyo...
"-Hmm?"
What, that was? Something moved on the edge of the horizon. I felt like I was running away. I followed him unconsciously.
"Wait! Why are you alone?"
How could you run so fast? That thing came in and out of the alley and ended up in a dead end.
"Where is she, tell me."
I asked the FUSHI who finally stopped. FUSHI, who is supposed to be around Yachiyo, and who is supposed to be with Yachiyo,
「……」
Back in silence. Keep your mouth shut and look back at me. That does not seem to be the case. Okay then.
"I'll find it myself."
I left it and I left.
"Idiot."
FUSHI finally spoke.
"Where are you going to look?"
"If you do not tell me, I will look all over the world."
Listen to me. FUSHI stares at me with little eyes.
Open your eyes.
Eyes? I didn't understand what it meant, but I tried to open my eyes.
This way.
Why? Fushi's in the room. Real world in my room, FUSHI is leading me up. I realized immediately that the AR function of the smart contact lenses was on. I didn't have time to think about it, so I ran out in my home uniform.
FUSHI seems to know the real world and travels in the streets as quickly as possible. Turning around the corner, running down the ramp, even using a tram, eventually took me to a room in an apartment.
The door is unlocked. I pushed the door slowly.
"...where is this?"
Meet me at the silt of the heat. This may be called the server room, where a large amount of computers, storage and network equipment fill up in an uncontrolled manner. Despite the lawlessness, the pattern of disarray seems somewhat familiar. The center of the room is...
"The sink..."
What's going on in there with bubbles of water and plumbing liquids? I thought for a few seconds, but it looked like bamboo. What is that? The more you look, the more you look, the more you can't move. It's -- it's -- it's true. It's like when I first met the Moon.
"This is Yachiyo."
"What?"
"From here into the moon-reading world."
I'm going to close my eyes and read the world. A little, a little time. Feels different in peace, like sneaking in through the back door...
「......」
There's a room I've never seen before. Numerous lanterns are luminous, and this floor is quite high in the shadows. A special, comfortable room but a little lonely.
Probably someone's private room. It's probably the guy who sat here with his back against me right now.
"The night of glory?"
That long hair on the back of the floor reminds me of the night.
It's like the night. But, turn around...
「Yachiyo」
- It's her. I cast the absurd inferences that had come to my mind like a divine revelation, into the month-to-month reading of the world.
"Yachiyo, is this the night?"
「......」
"I know I'm saying strange things. But..."
Yachiyo was surprised to open his eyes and then smiled. Then she stood up slowly.
"As before..."
Then, start talking. In the same way as in Yachiyo.
"When we returned to the moon, we received a song from the great Kaguya, who lived in a community. A song for Kaguya, which belongs only to Kaguya."
It's my song.
"Kaguya is so happy. So I thought I'd go to Earth again, and I'd be done with the light and all the connections. It's just that it's too late to count on Earth's time. But don't worry. The moon's supertechnologies can go beyond time. Through time and time, Kaguya sails towards Earth. But when we were about to arrive, we hit a big rock."
......
"Oh, it's so hard to control time travel, even supertech." ...the ship was fatally damaged and on the verge of crash. The last place to come is the Earth about 8,000 years ago.”
……
"On the weak force of the broken ship, only the dog Doge of the company got the body. It turns into a seagull that happens to be swimming around. "The night of glory can only communicate with the world through seaweed."
— I'm so stiff, I don't even fully understand what I'm listening to.
"As time passes, human beings turn invisible into tangibles and gain the power to connect with many. That is somewhat similar to the world of the Moon, and for the first time in the night, it is possible that only the soul itself may be connected to the world. So Goki, who read the world as a virtual world moon, met again with the coloured leaves."
..and me? Or say--
"Well, and the leaves."
So, Yachiyo hit his forehead like a mess.
"Oh, well, it's not like everyone's happy and happy."
I laughed like a joke. As usual, Yachiyo smiles.
"...and what was the night with me?"
I asked, "Yachiyo's just a little loosed smile,
"Now, it's revolving in the same cycle."
She said that with some loneliness, looking to the moon to read the moon of the world.
"We can't get out of that round."
Maybe that's a sarcasm face.
"...I don't understand at all."
I can't understand at all. No, it's not. What are you talking about, Yachiyo? This, this ridiculous thing...
In other words, the night I knew, my night...
"I totally don't understand."
Is it true that the Earth is now floating eight thousand years ago? Alone? I'm attracted to my singing to see me...
"It's just a fairy tale. Don't worry about it. Let's celebrate our reunion now."
Yachiyo laughed and held my hand. I feel like she's saying, no more thinking.
So I was taken to the balcony. This room appears to be located at a fairly high level, from the balcony, where the night view of the world can be read on a monthly basis.
"Yachiyo really likes the view from here."
Yachiyo opened his arms like he wanted to embrace the night scene. The wind of the month-to-month world swayed with her long hair. It's very close to the wind, and it's just like the night.
It's beautiful. I can't help but look at her face.
"Why?"
"Hmm?"
"Why can Yachiyo keep smiling?"
Take such a big, ridiculous story as a past and laugh at Yachiyo. But in my eyes, somehow, Yachiyo seemed to cry.
"Because this is Yachiyo."
She's fast enough to feel ready. I guess that's both an escape from a certain reality and her sincere words.
Yachiyo, in turn, caressed the night view of the moon reading the world.
"But ah..."
The fingers holding the rail are shaking.
"We have made an appointment to bring you to a happy end."
The tremors of the fingers spread to the arms,
“It was only when the song of the leaf was heard.”
It spreads to the shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I screwed up."
And finally, even the sound shivering.
"The shining Kaguya has become a grandmother."
Nevertheless, Yachiyo smiled.
There was no one crying, crying.
"...the night of glory."
You don't look like that at night. After a long silence, Yachiyo spoke carefully.
"Eat leaves, if you don't want to know, forget it. That's what FUSHI can do."
「Yachiyo！」
Even I was surprised to shout out. I don't understand myself. But it felt very...
Sad, lonely, angry.
Yachiyo opened his eyes and looked at me. I turned around and walked on my feet back to my room. Sitting on a wooden floor with a pedal.
"Speak to me."
What?
"And tell me all that happened in the course of eight thousand years."
"What?"
"I won't sleep!"
"...it's a mess."
Yachiyo seems to be a little younger and smiling.
Yachiyo moved like a wave of hands, and the room where he lived became the I.R. apartment I used to live in. There are snacks and Cokes on the table, just like I was living with Fancy Night.
But I'm not surprised anymore. Because it's me that's the first step.
"Well, let's start with the story of catching fish with the stringers. Remember, the longhorn shrimp? The long-beard shrimp is so precious. If you don't cook it, it's red. And Big Moon! Only the big catfish that can be caught at night with the moon! Burning with firewood, the fat comes out like a wet towel. And then...
Say it. Say it. I've been talking for almost two days.
"It's time to rest, colour leaves. You'll die.
Of course I'm at my limit, but I'm still saying, "It's early, it's early."
Sleep! Sleep!
By FUSHI ' s alarm clock, Yachiyo fell asleep like a broken puppet.
I was careful to approach Yachiyo, lying on the wood floor. There was no breath, but the eyelids were closed. Probably fell asleep.
"Yachiyo's limit is 52 hours. Regular hibernation is required to charge, update and collate memory.”
FUSHI jumped on Yachiyo's body and said,
"Yachiyo was so talkative. I've never seen her like this before.
"Always, glazing."
I rocked my heavy head and sat next to Yachiyo. Yachiyo's face is still smiling. I gently touched her hair. With love and comfort.
"...it can't all be fun."
It took eight thousand years to turn a smile into a habit.
He's become like me.
"Oh, FUSHI?"
「……」
"Yachiyo has something to hide, right?"
「……」
This considered seagull did not answer immediately. After a long and long silence,
"...if Yachiyo doesn't say so, then maybe..."
"Let me see. I have to see the whole night.
"The human body may not be able to bear it."
"Don't say much."
Then FUSHI fell into silence. But the silence this time does not look like hesitating answers.
"Yachiyo she just showed up long time ago, truly happy."
"Hmm.
Let's go!
The eyes of the seagulls send red light. The room began to fall apart as if it had been exposed to laser sights.
Then my body began to fall...
"Yachiyo, where are you? Come out and save me."
"Fancy Night!"
The moment accompanies the night's consciousness, flying towards Earth eight thousand years ago.
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...where is this?
Come back, I'm on an empty beach.
Why, in this place?
I think I heard the song.
I heard the song of the leaf, I remembered everything on Earth, I made my own replica, and I worked with the princess to build the ship and sing to go.
By the way, hit the meteor, the device was wrongly operated. Ah, it's the officer-in-charge.
...shaps.
I think I fucked up.
..haha!
I tried to shout, but I couldn't hear.
..haha!
I tried to run over, but I couldn't move.
..haha!
It was only when the surface was shown that it was not physically.
Ah, this sucks. The automatic "design" failed.
The moon man has no physical mind. So, the moon-made spacecraft, the Sunshine Bamboo, investigates the environment of the landed planet and gives the best possible body to the crew. So, if I can't find a successor, I'll be like a ghost? Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Is it broken?
. . . . . . . .
Come on.
. . . . . . . .
I'm not good enough to simulate all the possibilities.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Really? You can't make a sound, you can't see a body, you can't get out of here, you can't even get out of the strongest shell I've programmed?
...shaps.
I can't even hold my head.
Whenever the situation is understood, thinking becomes clear. I'm going to take a look at what's happening to me and look at it.
It's fucked up.
I slowly spent my time in despair.
I don't know how many years have passed since then.
And the morning and the night, and the sun, and the snow, How many times has this happened? I can't feel the heat, I can't feel the cold, I just sit on the beach and beat. Hold a non-existent knee.
I've been singing for as long as it lasts. In my head. Singing the only song.
...to make this moment the best, party.
And then, without knowing the thousand times,
「——」
Hearing captures something.
This is, what. It's very faint, stale and memorable.
「——」
That's the human voice. Heads up, a boy standing on the beach. It's a kid. He listens directly. Can you hear me?
「——」
The boy looked behind him. Was he stopped? No, don't go. Stay here. Listen to me. Please. How does such thoughts connect? My consciousness entered the body of the sea dog Doge.
Wait!
Boys turn around. That strong-willed face reminds me of someone. Looks like language doesn't work. It's different from the world with the leaf. It's a distant future or a past.
The interpretation and reproduction of local languages is not a difficult task for memorizing moons. It's just that it's hard to communicate with the body. I used the body language that I was good at when I was with the leaf, and soon became friends with boys and played with them. Every day until the boy suddenly ceases to appear.
What's up? I dragged the seagull's body to see him, the boy lying alone. You look bad. You're sweating. Same as when the leaf fell. Looks very painful. But why didn't anyone take care of him? Where's the doctor? Where's the medicine?
[——]
Boys leak as if they were dreaming. Sing it to me, I sound like that.
I don't know if the sound from the seagulls is a song, but I did my best to sing it, and he looked like he smiled. So I keep singing. Until the boy stopped suffering until he stopped moving. Singing even if nobody's here.
He's a man again. If this is a much older planet than the one in the world, can I meet it again in the distant future? Given the current state of affairs, which is completely unheard of, it is difficult to predict with certainty.
Yachiyo, where are you?
Of course there was no response.
Time goes faster than I thought.
The speakers in the wells who are constantly priced, the writers who write stories with black fingers ink, the singers who sing love songs, the generals who think only about taxes and war, who change flags every time they fight, and even the luxuries of the city of Olympus — all of them, at most, for 50 years, as they fade out of the screen.
War, really much. If human history is distinguished by calendar colours, most of the cells will be filled with flames, shouts and red blood.
The burning of the city, the conflict at the sea, the plundering of unknown villages, from afar, are all but the same red spots, but each time, whose children, whose lovers, whose “future” disappears, I can only watch silently.
This is in stark contrast to life on the Moon.
In a world where all equations have been unsolved, no one is old, no one really fights, no one dies.
It's like always staring at a giant sink that's perfectly designed and that doesn't even have a single waver. So it took me a long time to accept the concept of "end" only once.
The seasonal changes cannot be felt in the skin, the tears cannot be shed or the fate of anyone can be changed.
It's only with this little soft body, swaying with the tide, thousands of years of human life and death.
I used to like a lot of people. In love with my singer, a young girl who continues to sell flowers on the ruins of the air strike, and a girl who has three feet to be the chief. I've always been irresistibly in love with the consciousness of people who risk their lives.
Every time I think of people who have failed to save, there are scratches that cannot disappear.
If I can better communicate. If you can manage to guide.
Ah-- at that time, even if there was something unhappy, it would be forgotten immediately.
The greatest night of all.
...The colour of leaves, unable to escape from a weak self, was the worst thing ever. The colored meaning of your eyes, I now seem to understand.
With the war, mankind continues to develop the science of Technology. Telephone, refrigerator, radio, video tube. Eventually, the World Wide Web was created.
I type "Hello, world!" in the chat box and send it. A reply was received immediately from “Hello, you.”. It shocked me.
Because I'm even starting to blur the virtual world that I've been through with the leaves.
...that genius's guacamole, without the moon's foundations, can only do that.
Well, forget it. I twisted the stork's body writing program. Write html. Visit analysis is also done.
If Technology advances further, and can connect the “Photos of Light” directly to the network, it may be possible to go beyond this physical constraint and talk to more people.
I feel in an incredible mood that gradually faded memories are beginning to re-establish the exact form.
By the way, one day, we want to create a huge square of virtual worlds where people can do what they like, where there is no killing, where no one is alone and can be heard at any time.
By the way, it's called -- I'm so conscious.
I'm such an idiot. Why didn't I notice? - I want to be Yachiyo. The world must repeat this cycle countless times.
At the same time, I am sure I will be able to meet the leaves again. Just in the next few decades. The seagull had a tiny heart beating.
But the leaves. I, I'm no longer the old night. The number of jokes has also decreased. Even if I wanted to meet again, that form was no longer as beautiful as the dream of the moon.
Even so, this song, this promise, this thought will take me there.
And in that long time of drifting, by chance We met a man who became my last friend in the form of a seagull. He not only patiently interpreted my clumsy statement, but even frankly told himself that he was a CIA employee. Yes, I need help. To meet the leaf.
I was ready to be laughed at, confessing my history, and he responded with that brandy, a little bad smile: "I guess."
We worked on the plan, we prepared it, and I begged him. "Please help me steal the `Hands of the Sun' that was kept in the square." And he just nodded his head with his face. Surely he has a job of his own. Is this a rare kind heart, or is it a mere man of good?
"Don't you come with me?"
After everything, he said to me at the airport. He could've taken me home by force, holding the "Bake of the Sun."
"I had an agreement to finish," and when I answered, he flew back to his country alone.
"The finest wine, time will make it more fragrance. It's not all bad.
And the saying, and the smile of his mouth when he covered it, remained in my heart for a long time.
- Okay, ready. I completed the virtual space moon-reading prototype of the world, which was broadcast live. Of course it's a straight song. The song that has been played in the past eight thousand years and that they have fought side by side with the leaf.
For the first time, the audience was much less than Yachiyo, but I was so happy. I can sing again in eight thousand years, and I'm so happy.
And then I started a lot of live broadcasts. Never getting bored. Today, the kid might come, just thinking, and I'm getting my heart beat every time I air.
Every time I looked for the kid in the audience. The girl with the initial virtual image could be her. It may have been entered on the brother's account. It may have been a virtual image of a friend. Maybe it's the cat?
Always, always find the kid in the crowd and sing.
That's it. That's it.
- Color leaves.
I think you're gonna cry. I thought so, but at the end of the day I was laughing and singing.
That's why Yachiyo is so happy and smiling.
"Colour leaves, colour leaves."
It's coming out of the head. It's my voice. My voice is calling that kid's name.
"Colour leaves!"
Ah, no. It's not me.
Open your eyes, Yachiyo.
「Yachiyo……」
"Imbeciles... will break."
In front of Yachiyo's unsuspecting face.
This has happened before. Worrying for me to be strong and weep for the bright night. Eight thousand years later, the same thing happened.
"...the night of glory."
I held Yachiyo tight. I can't stop hugging them.
"Sorry, I haven't noticed."
"Colour leaves."
"You waited so long. Always looking for me.
"...and the leaves."
"Sorry.
Eight thousand years, I've always wanted to cry.
"I finally got you."
My favorite night. My night. It took a very, very long time to become Yachiyo.
Having experienced dazzling loneliness and despair, he repeated countless encounters and equal differences, engraving that gentle smile in his heart.
"It's me who's after him..."
Yachiyo mumbling in my ear.
"Oh, colour leaves. The colored face is really beautiful. I fell in love right away."
Smiling in the voice of the night.
"Strength, lurking, sad, beautiful face. But the colour leaves have become a little bit. After suffering, each time it gets stronger and becomes a leaf. It took eight thousand years to understand this.”
「Yachiyo……」
I let go of my hands and hold my body tight. I want to see Yachiyo's face from the front.
"I'm growing up? Even the mother and the mother can speak, and even if the night is gone, they can have a happy ending ... The story is over."
In Yachiyo is the night of light. There was Yachiyo, who was sheltering the night. Look at that face.
"I want to be with Fai Night..."
For the first time in my life, I spoke out of mind. For the first time in my life, I sensed my true feelings.
Yachiyo cried. On the cheeks of a strong, lurking and sad woman, the tears of 8,000 years have fallen.
"...it's okay to think that it's over."
"...to make this moment the best -- party."
Yachiyo.
"I always remember."
"The precious melody is in your heart."
I sing too.
"On this song I will survive."
Yachiyo and I, both of them, raised their hands.
Fai-Nin and Shae's joint hand gesture. The best friend.
As long as this remains, we have been together for thousands of years.
Yachiyo just held my hand. Then some lonely talk.
"I wonder if it would be warm to touch."
I always get warm from Yachiyo.
"and I'd like to eat one more time with the leaf.
But Yachiyo has been--
In that moment, there was something running through my body.
Then I understood everything.
I see. It's not over yet. There's a follow-up to this story.
"I found what I wanted to do!"
I said, stand up. It's like the whole body's full of power. What is this, this energy. Standing up like that is a matter of urgency. I want to run right now.
"Be with me until the real happy end!"
I declare that Yachiyo is staring at my face.
Maybe that's the same look on my face when I hear the demands of night and night.
