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

“It’s snowing, it’s beautiful.”

The girl stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to hold on to this snowflake, this beautiful moment.

The boy placed the girl on the bench and slowly got up.

“Are you still playing the piano?”

The girl who couldn’t wait to open the Koluli asked as usual.

“Nope.”

“Sure enough, you’re still scared.”

The girl said as if for granted.

“I can’t, I can’t play anymore.”

The boy spoke, his tone growing heavier.

Important people, depart from my presence.

Music takes away the people I hold dear, one by one.

I’m alone again.

“Isn’t there still me!”

“I’m here.”

The girl on the bench suddenly spoke, waking the boy up.

He turned to look at the girl in front of him.

“What about me… You’re going to have surgery, and it’s February 18th, which happens to be the day of your finals. ”

“I’m going to fight hard.”

“Again and again, trying to struggle as hard as you can.”

“It’s all your fault, it’s all your fault.”

“It’s all your fault.”

The girl said, her heart surging.

I struggled desperately.

My dedication to living.

It’s all because of you.

It was you who made me very nostalgic for the time I spent with you.

“Aren’t you going to try to struggle?”

“Aren’t we very good at this?”

“Aren’t we struggling virtuosos?”

The girl’s words all fell into the boy’s heart.

He seemed to wake up.

“But…”

“I haven’t touched a piano in a week.”

“Isn’t that the same with my accompaniment?”

The girl asked.

“At that time, I still had a part-time job, and I could touch the piano a lot.”

“It’s not going to be good now.”

“If you can still play well in this state, it must be a miracle.”

The boy said, his head already lowered and looking down.

“You’re putting your head down again.”

The girl said.

Suddenly, her right hand grabbed from the void, and she got up and stood up in the snow.

Fingers flick slightly, as if pulling a hand tune.

In a flash.

A melodious sound sounded behind itself.

Saint-Saëns’ Prelude and Caprice, the song they played together for the first time.

The boy looked behind him in a daze.

But I saw a violin made of ice, snow and light.

He didn’t know if it was true or false.

However, there is always a sound in the ear.

After a short period of playing.

Sweat was already sliding down the girl’s face

“Look, a miracle or something, it’s going to happen right away, right?”

As she spoke, her body finally couldn’t hold on.

Unable to transmit to every part of her body, she fell uncontrollably.

Gongsheng hurriedly stepped forward and hugged the girl.

The girl in her arms seemed to have laughter at this moment.

“You’re in my heart.”

“Arima Gongsheng-kun.”

“Love the egg sandwich.”

“Love moo milk.”

“What else do you like?”

“What about your favorite insects?”

“What are you collecting?”

“What’s your favorite anime?”

“There’s a lot more I don’t know.”

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“I envy Tsubaki, who knows everything.”

“I want to know so much about you.”

The girl said, grabbing Gongsheng’s hand a little tighter.

There was already a bit of sobbing in her voice.

“I’m so scared!”

“I’m so scared…”

“Don’t leave me alone!”

The cold wind of winter, the girl in her arms, there is a cry.

Holding the girl’s father-in-law, this moment finally moved.

I’m such an idiot.

Violence reigns supreme.

Poor personality.

Bad impression.

But….

You are really beautiful.

You’re in the snow… It’s really beautiful….

……

……

February 18th.

Inside the Tozubara Hospital.

The girl underwent surgery as planned.

“Start anesthesia.”

“Come, take a deep breath.”

[Now, doctor, we all have someone who can give us a parting kiss. – Marcy

……

at the competition.

At the same time as the surgery is performed.

The young man with his heart still sat on the stage.

But….

All the conversations I had with the girl came to mind.

“It reminds you of something you don’t want to remember.”

“Because a violinist who can’t hold a bow doesn’t make any sense at all.”

“I won’t forget, I won’t forget when I die.”

Gotta play!

“Just forget about it.”

“It’s like pressing the reset button.”

Gotta play!

“In that case, it’s better not to have met you before.”

Gotta play!

Gotta play!

Because I’m a pianist!

Trembling hands, bloodstained hands.

“You’ve lowered your head again.”

A troubled teenager, a teenager who has taken over everything for terror.

Stopped.

Hello….

Tsubaki’s voice suddenly came out and spread throughout the venue.

The silence was broken, and the faint laughter also woke up the teenager on the stage.

Tsubaki….

It’s coming…

Since that bad confession…

Here she comes.

The boy looked at the entire venue.

As far as the eye can see, familiar figures emerge.

Tsubaki

Crossing

Cypress

Nagi

Koharu

Sister Hongzi

Samurai

Emi

……

And many, many more.

A lot of people who have never met.

Everybody was looking at him.

He’s not alone anymore.

Before you know it….