Taking stock of healing the world and making the protagonist cry in depression

Dropped Koruli.

A stunned girl on a hospital bed.

Some hesitant teenagers.

It was as if that sentence was still being heard throughout the space.

“I want to… and your martyrdom…”

That’s the question she’d asked him before.

The answer that has been lost for a long time.

The whole space seems to be reverberating all the time.

“Hmph…”

The girl who got the response had a smile on her face.

But….

“No kidding!”

“Who wants to be martyred with this guy of you!”

Almost with a joking rage, she threw the pillow on the hospital bed at the boy.

That rejection, that resistance.

It’s still mixed in, reluctant.

“It’s not your turn to be martyred!!”

“Give me back!”

“Go back and practice your piano!!”

The boy who was suddenly awakened was pulled out of that emotion.

Angry girl, leaking out of emotions.

Everything seems to be blooming at this moment.

Gongsheng looked at the angry girl in front of him.

Sure enough….

…

After forcibly driving the teenager away.

The girl on the hospital bed finally couldn’t bear it anymore.

“Stupid stupid! A sucker! ”

“Why are you saying these superfluous words!!”

“Wouldn’t it be nice to be the same as usual?”

“Martyrdom or something… Of course not…”

“Surely not!”

She said.

There were already tears on his face that couldn’t stop flowing and slipping.

…

in the picture.

A scene that suddenly unfolded.

As always, the night is dark, and the fireflies floating in the dark night emit a little fluorescence.

It seems to be as weak as it is going to disappear.

However, it is still desperately shining.

Pounding, like a heartbeat.

This is the lamp of life.

Teenagers and girls who returned home in the evening for the Fujiwa celebration concert were surrounded by fireflies.

Kaoru Miyazono grabbed a firefly in her hand, but finally quietly let it go.

“Ah, the interview… Interview…”

She suddenly clenched her hands into fists, and her small white hands touched the mouth of the public student.

“How will it feel to be in a long-awaited competition?”

She smiled, like a reporter interviewing, but not a reporter.

The boy smiled slightly when he saw this.

Turned around and said seriously.

“As for me, I felt it in that place.”

“There’s something deep down in everyone’s heart.”

“Some people may be competitive.”

“Some people have aspirations, desires, or a desire for self-expression.”

“The feelings you want to convey.”

“Missing my mother.”

“Everyone is supported by their own feelings.”

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“If you don’t have anything to think about, you may not be able to stand on the stage alone.”

The boy said, all his inner feelings.

But he is the only one who is missing.

“What about you?”

“What kind of feelings do you have in your heart?”

“What is it holding you on?”

The girl asked suddenly, and asked him.

This

At this moment, the boy looked at the girl in front of him.

I still can’t forget the figure of the ensemble.

The violinist standing in the spotlight.

She has long pale yellow hair and a dress with a hint of light in her pale pink color.

A figure holding a violin in his hand.

The figure gradually overlapped with the girl in front of him.

The young man gradually clenched his fists, as if he had made a very important decision in his heart, and said seriously to the girl in front of him.

“I’ve got you.”

A teenager who finished talking seriously.

After those four eyes met, he had already revealed his heart.

He’s about to start his journey.

Pursue the applause that came in waves.

The moment when you follow your own music and get it into someone else’s heart.

Chasing her figure.

Until one day, the day will come when I will walk side by side with her.

“Let’s go home!”

The boy said with a smile, already leaving first.

Looking at the figure of the boy leaving.

Kaoru Miyazono’s mind rang with Charlie Brown’s words.

I may not always be there for you to help you. 】

……

A piece prepared for the Fujiwa celebration concert.

“The Sorrow of Love”.

It’s as if the song has already set everything in shape, drawing a symbol for this story.

Loved… Sorrow….

……

A teenager who can’t get into the state.

The boy who was taken away by his current instructor, Hiroko Seto, was taken to the temple fair at night.

Look at the lively figure at the temple fair.

Hiroko Seto began a long conversation.

“Rachmaninoff’s The Sorrow of Love.”

“I have been playing this song a lot since she was a student.”

“Instead of lullabies, I used to listen to them a lot.”

Gongsheng responded.

“This song is dyed with too much of the breath that belongs to my mother.”

Vivid and vivid, imminent.

“Mom, has she always hated me?”

The public asked hesitantly.

The same sentence echoed in my mind.

“Where are the parents who hate their children?”

“At that time, it was actually the moment when you grew up as a person and as a pianist!”

“How could she be upset?”

Hiroko Seto said.

She remembered that at that time, the smile on the corner of the mouth of the seriously ill Zaoki faintly floated.

“It’s just that there will be a little bit of loneliness.”

“What about when the child leaves his side…”

“Children who need to be taken care of and guided by themselves all the time suddenly grow up at a certain moment, and they no longer need their loneliness and powerlessness.”

“Probably… That’s what it feels like…”

Hiroko Seto said.

This is something that is bound to happen in this world.