So Ordinary I Want to Be Recognized

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The familiar accompaniment sounded again.

Mizutaku played the intro silently, then...the first part, and then, it was his turn.

He opened his mouth, his throat still quivering a little.

[I walk on the slanted path,]

[Sings my favorite song. ]

A little out of tune.

He could barely hear it.

So, he stopped and played the prelude again.

Continue to wait for your own libretto.

Then...

Off tune again, this time in a different part.

Mizutaka stopped again.

Then, he repeated the process of playing.

The sky gradually darkened.

The sun was setting, and the moon was slowly rising.

The country sky is not polluted by the breath of the city.The stars twinkled in the sky, shining on this young man who kept trying.

I don't know how long it has passed, but I seem to be a little tired.

The boy stood up and put the guitar flat on the small stool under him.

After walking on the path for a while, he simply lay on the ground with his hands on his pillow, looking up at the deep and distant Milky Way.

He thought of the scene depicted in the song.

On a summer night when the moon was thin, a young man was walking along this path with a girl on his back.

There has been no verbal interaction between them for a long time. The girl just hugged him tightly, buried her head in his neck, and breathed lightly.

After that...

Zen's exhalation, mixed in its own cry, seems to be in sync with the girl's breathing.

Very light, very light, quiet and long.

The girl seemed to be gradually falling asleep.

The young man who was carrying him could feel her weak and sweet breath hitting his neck regularly.

He couldn't help laughing.

Even though his body was still enduring pain, but... carrying this feathery girl on his back, all he felt was peace and happiness.

His steps and breathing slowed.

At this time, the girl woke up in a daze.

Looking at the boy who was carrying her on his back, she gently put her mouth next to his ear, softly called his name, and said some shy words of love to a young girl.

The teenager smiled.

There is an unspeakable emotion in my heart, but it seems to want to come out.

He spoke softly, with happiness and a trace of sadness.

[Her hands wrap around my neck,]

[Whispers softly in my ear. ]

[Oh, summer rain. ]

However, the one who sang these few lines was not the boy in his fantasy, but... Mizutaka.

This time, his voice was steady and low, without any sign of being out of tune.

The boy in fantasy and reality couldn't help laughing.

He withdrew his hand, covered his forehead, stared at the twinkling stars, trying to find familiar shapes from them.

[Oh, summer rain. ]

He sang again.