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

Mother’s voice….

A sound in my ears….

Voices that are mixed with emotion are absolutely not allowed.

It was at this time.

Right now….

It sounded….

A demonic voice.

Or… It’s the shadow of your own heart.

Die to people like you!

One last conversation, one last voice.

For the last time….

Inaudible piano sounds.

That’s the punishment at that time, right?

As a punishment for swearing the mother.

Although, it was the head that was beaten and the blood flowed….

But that’s the punishment, right?

Gongsheng thought so.

My mother’s voice rang in my ears again.

“Yes, that’s your punishment.”

“You get the idea, my sweet boy.”

A voice close to my ears said.

Fear and heartbeat.

This moment.

Dull.

It seems to be mixed with the sound of water.

It’s like being in the depths of the sea.

The sound made by striking on the keys.

Because the deep water at the bottom of the sea was swallowed up and all taken away.

Voice, inaudible.

Rhythm… Chaos ensued.

Extremely fast, so fast that it’s almost impossible to discern.

The accent that was beaten hard also responded at this time, like an angry child, and the accent that fell mercilessly without hesitation.

It’s the same as with Kaoru Kono.

It’s the same as when I played it.

Suddenly the sound became jagged, faster and faster.

Not again.

That feeling is back.

There was no echo.

The sound of the piano has been swallowed up by the deep sea.

But….

Not reconciled!

The whole body of the boy, all the cells, are talking about this thing.

Unwilling!

Concentrated! Concentrated! Concentrated!

Pour the nerves of the whole body into the piano.

Use your whole body to capture the sound of the piano.

Beethoven too!

Mozart too!

Whether it’s biting a stick and playing it!

Whether it’s played with your nose!

All absolutely want to hear the sound.

But….

Obviously I’ve worked so hard.

It’s so longing.

But there was still no sound.

“This is your punishment!”

The sound that is close to the ear, the sound that never goes away.

Mother’s Shadow.

“This is punishment for your rejection of me!”

“You’ve been abandoned by the sound of the piano!”

“The piano is who you are.”

“Even if you keep playing, you don’t stop playing, you won’t have the slightest response, right?”

“Being alone, being alone, is your punishment!”

The voice in my ear is saying this.

And he did.

Didn’t really break free.

Shadows, shadows that spring up in the heart.

Sure enough, it’s better to give up.

A voice inside him was saying that.

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Sure enough, I was still the same.

Looking forward to something like then.

It’s just wishful thinking, isn’t it?

I thought that if I participated in the competition, something would change.

But… I can’t hear the piano.

The keys at your fingertips, the sound of the piano flowing.

The noise that gradually slows down, and the tension that carries it.

The teenager who is about to give up the game and stop playing.

Keep your head up.

Above the head.

The hanging spotlights seem to be the stars in the sky.

Shineing….

He leaned back in his chair and looked up, his hands already slipping off the piano.

The sound of the piano stopped, the sound of disbelief.

The declining genius, the stopped playing.

Finally….

It’s over….

Whatever the reason, if you stop halfway, you are already disqualified.

Teenager in the seat.

Look at the spotlight overhead.

It’s a little relaxing.

Same scenario.

Repeat.

A hill of raccoon dogs, like things gather.

At that time, the moment when the performance was interrupted.

Your contest will be over.

Now, I’m the same.

What do you play the violin for?

The boy thought.

In the silent venue, there was a figure flickering in Gongsheng’s mind.

What a merciless person!

Whatever you see, you will come to mind.

What a ruthless person!

He looked to the seat below.

It was pitch black.

He seemed to be trying to find the figure, but a violinist appeared in front of him.

Long pale yellow hair, a violin and bowstring in his hands.

Even the one who exists in my heart.

I will never be allowed to give up.

You at that time….

And for what do you play the violin?

Arima Gongsheng looked at the figure that turned around.

That moment of great anticipation.

The moment when sweat slid down his cheeks.

The moment the stars fell.

Again.

“Again！”

Almost simultaneously, almost instantaneously.

It’s as if it’s across time, as if it’s across everything.

Fingertips back on the piano again.

The chaotic sound of the piano sounded again.

The girl’s voice sounded in her head.

The most important thing is to imagine.

How would you like to play this piece?

For whom?

Friend A!

I appoint you to be my accompanist!

Voices echoing in my head.

A spotlight hanging overhead.

Shine.

In that light.

A figure that suddenly appeared.

A scene that suddenly emerged.

appeared.

Music room in the afternoon.

A girl asleep leaning against a wall, a teenager playing a piano track.

The breeze blowing in slightly, and the pink cherry blossoms rolling up, burst out with the wind.

Throughout the classroom, the piano floats to the sound of the piano.

I think… Play for you….