——A monologue by Sayori Hiroshi, a picture that opens up memories. Following the melodious and low-pitched violin concerto, the scene changed to the classroom. Sayuri quietly read the text aloud, tucking her hair behind her ears. At that time, the years were quiet, and everything seemed calm and calm like water. However, the more beautiful the past, the more prominent the bitter taste of today. At this time, the scene with the violin as a foil is probably the most suitable, without the clarity of the piano, without the sorrow of the cello, but it has a sad and moving atmosphere like the past.
Hiroshi said that he has two visions: one is Sayuri, who is in the same class, and the other is the giant tower standing across the border of the Tsugaru Strait. Then, with one or two intermittent piano sounds, a grander concerto was brought out, because it was a longing, a dream, and a growing power in the body.
In the play, there is no lack of cheerful music. When Hiroshi and Takuya went to the warehouse for the first time, and when Sayuri was with Hiroshi and Takuya, the cheerful notes would jump up and down. At that time, it was a memory. The most beautiful part of it.
When Sayuri is in a dream, the broken and strange notes will play. Sayuri walks through the silent street alone, the plane crosses the sky, there is a dead silence, helpless and scared, he can only choose to run, escape, and then trample. In a puddle of water, I woke up from a dream. Sayuri has the same dream over and over again. How lonely will the dream of being alone be?
I think I have reason to believe that both Hiroki and Takuya like Sayuri. The tacit understanding of best friends has long been ingrained. In unison, once was a coincidence, but five or six times? It was just that no one wanted to break the iron triangle-like balance, so no one said anything. The three of them shared their longings together, looking forward to the giant tower, thinking that nothing would change, the cicadas in summer, the colorful clouds, the bright lights and shadows... everything is still there, but Sayuri, Sayuri disappeared. .
The world around me betrayed me. —— Haoji
Three years later, Takuya is also researching parallel universes at the research institute in Aomori, but Hiroshi chooses to study in Tokyo, because he thinks that there, he will not be able to see the tower. And that hope was dashed. With others around, Haoji always hides his sadness and pain very well. At this time, the music in the background is only a faint and clear piano. However, when Haoji faces only himself, the kind of hurt The pain was overwhelming, and there was nowhere to hide. The deepness of the violin and the coldness of the piano swept through like an undercurrent.
Sayuri in the dream, in the collapsed city, in the ruins, blowing the wind from another universe, chanting: Hiroshi. Running, chasing any warmth related to those days, thinking that she can go back to the past and escape from the dream, but she sees the reality in the dream.
Hiroshi searched for Sayuri in the dream, Sayuri's breath filled the surroundings, but Sayuri was never seen. A letter, a touch of a different space, a change of time and space, they met, continuing the agreement that summer, Sayuri smiled and shed a tear in his sleep.
Are you going to save Sayuri, or save the world? ——Takuya
Takuya once adored Sayuri, but as time passed, Maki appeared, and Takuya's love slowly faded away. For Takuya, the world is the world, and Sayuri is Sayuri. However, Hiroshi is different. On the day that they met Sayuri by chance in the classroom and went to the station together, Sayuri was carrying a violin and a soda can, beside the vending machine, with a dazzling sunset behind him. At this time, Hiroshi believed that Sayuri was the world. Saving Sayuri means saving the world, Yu said.
When Hiroshi played the violin, the same melody, the same three people, but Sayuri was in a deep sleep at this time. Sayuri, who was sleeping, felt the premonition that he was about to wake up, but he was more afraid than expected, and the premonition that he seemed to lose something was so strong.
Haoji drove the vail sailor to the sky full of dark clouds, and the mournful violin concerto played again, with anxiety and anticipation for the expedition. Breaking through many obstacles, finally reaching the top of the tower, walking through the clouds, there is a dead silence, like a dream mirror. In the dream, Sayuri also saw the vail sailor. The monologue buried deep in his heart, along with the progress of the background music, Sayuri's eagerness to let Hiroshi understand his own feelings also reached his heart unconsciously.
Sayuri wakes up and the tower falls.
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