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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: 2017-07-21 05:37 am (UTC)[ Karaage, karaage âŠ~
Yato sings a karaage song on the way to the fridge and nabs said food immediately. As if he would pass up on free food.
He settles in at a table near Koutarou and flips his thick sketchbook open. Eraser on his right and karaage on his left, he twirls his pencil up before setting graphite to paper. The busy skitch skitch of Yato's drawing begins to cut through the atelier. ]
By the way, did you make a wish at the Tanabata tree?