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Chieko says that there is no sky in Tokyo,
Says that she wants to see the real sky.
I look up in surprise.
The sky between the young cherry blossom leaves is
The familiar beautiful sky that I cannot
Be separated from.
The blur at the gray smoggy horizon
Is the salmon-pink start of the morning.
Looking far, Chieko says,
Says that the blue sky that appears every day
On top of Mount Atatara
Is her real sky.
This is our simple story.
â Elegies to Chieko, Takamura Koutarou
Says that she wants to see the real sky.
I look up in surprise.
The sky between the young cherry blossom leaves is
The familiar beautiful sky that I cannot
Be separated from.
The blur at the gray smoggy horizon
Is the salmon-pink start of the morning.
Looking far, Chieko says,
Says that the blue sky that appears every day
On top of Mount Atatara
Is her real sky.
This is our simple story.
â Elegies to Chieko, Takamura Koutarou
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Date: 2018-08-23 11:55 am (UTC)He puts the teacup down so he can use his hands to illustrate. "One, that the other soul will replace our own. That our experiences don't matter, in the long run, and that as the other soul is replacing our bodies, we will cease to exist, too."
"Two, that we both exist, and that the other soul will return to their restored world, returning us to normal. Both our experiences matter, but are separate and discernable from each other."
"Three," and Togusa raises a hand to Koutarou, "that we are, as you say, recycled. That the both of us can coexist, with the experiences of our other being considered like a past life. And that we can continue on with our lives when this is done."
"I can hope for two or three? But I fear for one."