Private のことが, いままで, 覚えますか?
do you still remember me. . . . ?
do you remember?
I used to sit on your way home and wait for you on a motorcycle. Watching you stop and look in the door of the photo studio again and again, or sit on the wooden bench at the door of the photo studio and eat watermelon with the strange grandpa there.
I once called you on the steps next to the photo studio, looked at your silly expression, and said, since you are riding a motorcycle, let's go for a ride together. Then stick tightly to your back, teasing you, saying, hello, can you feel my chest?
We used to look at the sea silently on the embankment. You asked me why I wanted to go for a ride with you to see the sea. I just gave you a smile that I don't know what to say, and then patted my clothes and turned to go home.
do you remember?
We sneaked into the cemetery at night to help the strange grandpa steal the ashes of his first love, our deceased principal, in exchange for telling us his story with the principal.
Together we were on the top of the mountain overlooking the town. On the swinging swing, I said, it's really not easy to be like that grandpa, to miss and love someone for 50 years.
On our way home, we saw SONY's Walkman when we passed an electrical store, but the price of 30,000 yen discouraged us as high school students. So, I suddenly remembered a program called "Midnight Wave" on the radio. If I wrote a postcard to the host, I might get this Walkman as a prize. So we made a bet to see whose postcard would be read by the host and take home the precious prize.
do you remember?
The first time I got mad at you, and threw back the Walkman you finally got. Just because you "cheated" in the postcard and said: I have a classmate who was chosen by everyone as "Romeo" in the school festival drama performance, but she may not be able to perform because she has leukemia. . . You were overwhelmed and asked why I was angry, looked at your face anxiously waiting for an answer, and suddenly I found myself unable to face you anymore.
After that, we started another game. I recorded what I wanted to say on tape for you, then you listened to that Walkman, and recorded what you wanted to say on tape. In this way, we began to listen and speak to each other. until. . .
Until, that evening, we were in the classroom. I leaned on the podium and listened to your tapes quietly, while you sat quietly in your seat and waited. Listen, listen, you in the tape said slowly: I don't know when I started paying attention to you, and I don't know when I like you. So I raised my head, smiled at you not far away, and replied, Jun の こと も, ok き で す. . .
do you remember?
How happy our days have been since then.
We wrote postcards together, listened to the late-night broadcast together, we continued to record our love for each other and our own life insights into tapes, and conveyed them to each other's hearts. We went to the photo studio to listen to the story of the strange grandfather. The mutual friend went to the deserted island to "explore" without telling the family, and was deliberately thrown on the island by the bad friend, but because of this, he found the abandoned hut and found the broken camera with the film.
However, the willfulness that time seemed destined to be condemned. . . .
I'm sorry, Ah Shuo, the moment I passed out on the way back from the island, looking at your anxious face, I remembered,
it turns out that I never told you, I have. . . leukemia.
So, I will be angry because you give a prize for making up a story with the mutilation of life and the heaviness of death, and that pain and heaviness weighs on my heart every day, unable to breathe, and makes me terrified to sleep.
Therefore, I will so persistently hope that you can love me, and in my lifetime, can taste the happiness of being loved and the joy of loving.
Therefore, I hope to see what kind of people or landscapes are in the film of that old camera, because they have recorded the moments that moved someone, and at the same time, become eternal.
Ah Shuo.
Let's go and take pictures of the strange grandpa, so that the days with me can be recorded equally forever,
year after year, year after year.
Ah Shuo,
I miss you so much, I want to abide by the promise to go to the "center of the world" with you, listen to the wind, and shout "I love you" to the world.
On August 28, 1996, a typhoon was coming.
Ah Shuo. I can not sleep. . . . I have a lot to say to you. . .
I feel like I'm about to. . . died. . .
You say, is it God's will?
After all, we still can't go to that "center of the world" and see the holy stone in that photo with our own eyes.
After all, we still cannot have a formal wedding and receive blessings in the presence of God.
After all, we cannot stay together, rely on each other, and die hand in hand. . .
Ah Shuo.
Please. . . remember me. . . . .
On August 28, 1996, Yaji died alone on the eve of the typhoon. Year, seventeen.
This is the last tape that Aki left to Sakutaro.
So after that, twenty years passed. Twenty years. quietly.
When another pair of slender hands, while sorting out old clothes, picked up a small red wool cardigan that she wore as a child, she found the tape in the pocket of the sweater. She seemed to remember something, and immediately dragged her disabled leg to the department store to buy a Walkman that could play tapes. She stood by the side of the road, eagerly putting in the tape and putting on her headphones. With the rustling sound, tears gradually overflowed from her eyes, dripping down her beautiful cheeks.
She just stood there speechless, her long hair blowing in the wind.
Just now, it was reported in the news that on August 28, the typhoon will come again. . . .
Twenty years later, Sakutaro is about to marry a girl named Ritsuko.
Ritsuko's legs were disabled in a car accident as a child. But she is such a beautiful and kind girl.
Shuo Tailang and Ritsuko are about to enter the palace of marriage.
However, Ritsuko, who was waiting so sweetly and nervously for that important moment, suddenly disappeared, leaving only a note that said, "Don't look for me, I'll be back soon."
Shuo Talang suddenly put on a typhoon warning on TV Behind the host of the report, Ritsuko was seen dragging her legs and walking with difficulty. And the location of that report was the hometown of Sakutaro where he spent his entire boyhood - Aji Town. As if he had a premonition, the thoughtful Shuo Tailang set foot on the road back to his hometown. . . . .
He dug out the tin box containing the tapes and Walkman. At the moment when the lid is opened, the dusty past splashes out, like the sea in the hometown, the waves ebb and flow, the discrete bubbles, which seem to have disappeared, but must inadvertently reappear in surprise.
Then, with trembling hands, he put the tape back in and put on the earphones. .
Ah Shuo, you have to close your eyes. . Don't open it secretly when listening, you must close it. . .
When the once unforgettable gentle voice drifted in her ears again, her face, her girl's beautiful and pure smile became clear again, and the past seemed to come back. The memory gradually solidified and gathered, as if her soul was shelling out, as if floating in the air, she saw herself standing on the rooftop munching on fried noodles and bread, while on the playground downstairs, she was full of energy running alone.
Shoe cabinets where we exchange tapes with each other. The hallway where we discussed the contents of the postcards. The playground track we walked on laughing. . .
Listening to her voice and following the trajectory she told, Sakutaro wandered around the school building. Everywhere is engraved with the traces of the youth he and she walked together.
Finally, he stood in front of the piano in the auditorium, as if he saw Aji back then, dancing his slender fingers on the keys, demure and serene, the light of the setting sun reflected on her cheeks, making her pale and transparent even more. , like an Ice Princess that melts at the touch of a button. And suddenly, she got up and walked towards her. Quietly, Shuo Tailang was unable to speak, and could only stand there in a daze. Aji pressed his head gently on his chest and whispered his name softly,
Ah Shuo, I love you.
How can I forget?
Aki, how could I forget you like this? !
I forgot about you? !
Shuo Tailang's tears finally poured out uncontrollably.
Twenty years ago, the boy who insisted on bringing her love to the "center of the world" in the ends of the earth, the boy who used to stick to his youthful love so persistently, today, twenty years later, before coming here in the future. Day and night, he wants to marry another girl who is not Aji, and live a peaceful and happy life? ! !
Twenty years is really such a long time, so long that I no longer miss the lover who left before me every moment, and miss the difficult years that I struggled with with her in the past! Twenty years is really such a long time, so long that I forgot how lonely she died on that stormy night when the typhoon hit, and forgetting that she has been sleeping in a cemetery where you can see the sea, lonely. Wuyi, forgot her life-and-death covenant, go to the "center of the world" to see the holy stone in her heart!
Aki. Please forgive this selfish self who is only looking for happiness. Please forgive yourself for forgetting that you want to start a new life!
Shuo Tailang cried. Indulge like a child, in an empty auditorium.
Then, his cell phone rang. Ritsuko's phone number. Ritsuko said, here I am, in this photo studio.
So, in the rain, Shuo Tailang ran wildly to go to Ritsuko's promise.
Time seems to stand still in this dilapidated photo studio, and nothing has changed. Those yellowed black and white photos are displayed as before. And the prominent position in the center is the "marriage photo" of Shuo Talang and Yaji that year. In the photo, Aki was still smiling softly, while Sakutarou grinned sadly.
Strange grandpa was a little older, but still strong, he told Shuo Tailang Ritsuko to leave, leaving only one thing.
The old man stared blankly as Shuo Talang took the thing apart, and it was another tape with the words "August 28, 1996" on it.
. . . . .
Then, at the airport, Sakutaro finally found Ritsuko's back in the corner. She was facing out the window and couldn't see her expression.
Then, just like what happened to Yaji and Ashuo twenty years ago, the flight was cancelled again because of the typhoon.
Then, Ritsuko told a story that belonged to her, a story that happened twenty years ago.
Twenty years ago, there was a little girl who was hospitalized because her mother was sick. She met a big sister in the next room who was very kind to her and became a good friend with her. But the older sister couldn't get out of the ward, so Ritsuko started to be her messenger: she kept a tape every day in a shoe cabinet at her sister's school. She still remembers that once, she was in a hurry because she couldn't reach such a high place, and a big brother behind her picked her up to complete the task. However, on the day the typhoon hit, I put the tape in the pocket of my red cardigan, and after watching the weak eldest sister suddenly perform magic in good spirits, she happily ran out of the hospital , but when crossing the road, he was hit by a car blocking the road. . . .
Could it be that, in the dark, is there really God's will?
Could it be that all the coincidences, all the forgetting and misplacement, are the clever arrangements of Aji who has gone to heaven?
Twenty years later, in this way, Sakutaro took over the tapes from Ritsuko that she had failed to pass, and heard Aki's last words.
Ah Shuo, please take my ashes and go to the "center of the world" that we have not been able to reach~~
So, Sakutaro and Ritsuko, the two people who bear the hope and entrustment of Ya Jisheng, Embark on a journey to the "center of the world" in Aki's mind.
On the top of the holy stone, Yaji's ashes can finally be scattered in the wind like a free bird, leaving nothing behind.
Hitomi をとじてををくよそれだけでい
いつかはことなにもSense じなくなるのかな
あの國
servaはがれるくらい爱をした
The voice of あの時の君の險
でももはは見くことができる
は生きってしまったロミオなんだ.
でも, たとえ馮この
偫君をSense
Close your eyes lightly and paint your image in your heart.
That's it. .
Maybe one day, I will lose all feeling about you.
Please forget me, replace me, live with love
and live happily.
Where you are, is the center of the world.
No need to shout, because here,
love, is everywhere!
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