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I'll follow you

Isn't it fluffy at the end?
Be worried

Good evening, definition.
Synchronicity... Do the works coincide with each other?
There are works that I haven't got yet...
There are times when it is time to read.
It's like reading from a book when you want it to be read.
Happiness is how each person feels, how they stand, how they feel, and so on.
Your happiness is not necessarily the happiness of someone.
Are you drunk?
I thought that the live I visited was happy this time.
thank you.

Good morning, Sada.

Gustav Aschenbach
I think I was happy.

Riding music and art (in the original story, a novelist)
It was done, so...

In the middle of October, in Mauritzo Polini
I went to a piano recital (and S seat!)
Aged 76, with physical problems, Schoenberg and Beethoven
It was a recital that changed to Chopin and Debussy,
I was impressed by the delicacy, severity, and wide range of tones of the sound.

At the same time, I remembered the tone that Sada's guitar had in common.

I don't know music as an amateur, but
I would like to continue learning about Sada-san's guitar.

Since it's a big deal, here too.

Was it happy...?
I have to read it for the time being.
I read the synopsis.

When I heard about university students and landlords and thought "Mezon Ikki", could I be beaten?
No, the story seems to be long after that.
It's totally different
But did you like the theme song, Sada? Mr. Saito.
No, I should say Yuki-chan. Saito will be different
If you don't know... sorry na m(__)m

It's a long digression.
I'll look for it today

When I bought it, this book was asleep on my bookshelf.
Since I had never read it, I opened the page immediately and finished reading.
What is fate?
I suppose this is also a destined person...
I want to be with each other, I wonder if that feeling alone is not enough.
A life that continued to love one woman strongly,
I also thought he was happy.

I think I read the book carefully after a long time (^^;
Also, please tell Sada-san's recommendations~.

Look for a book and go to a bookstore.
Aiming to give up after going around several old bookstores, I found it easily at the usual bookstore at the station.
I didn't expect that I was tired because it took a little time, so when I found it I said "Yes~". small….
Oh~

As always, I went around the bookstore and picked up something I didn't care for. If you add what you recently got on another day, you will get a lot more. However, the world is the end of the year. ...I can't lose.
How many CDs?
I'm listening to John's acoustic stuff right now.
December 12th. I remember the episode of the day that Mr. Nishi spoke at Yutenji the other day.
Ju~ Lee~~...
That day I remember well.
Sada...Is there anything you've heard...?

I mean... It's a long time ago.
It is a story of a proper subject

The lyrics of John listening again.
When I read DEAR YOKO and MY MUMMY'S DEAD in succession, it seemed like the story of the novel.
A deep and deep feeling for them...

Yeah... maybe even LOOK AT ME or REAL LOVE.
LOVE... I can't see it.
How much people are moving! …is not it.

John's voice and guitar... It goes really well in the early winter evenings.
It's already dark and a little cold. And it echoes warmly in the room...
This is also the "Heavenly evening face" connection... In other words, Sada's connection.
Mr. Sada will talk about various things. I will tell you.
Thank you Sada-san~

… Whose line of sight did Sada cry in, and in what scene…
Can you tell me if you ask?
Did you have such a story in your commentary?

Is it different if you try to tell a story like a return song from the heroine's eyes?
In any case.
Both John and Sada are deep. So what about men?
Umm...

That is my impression now.
I wrote it unexpectedly early
See you soon…

The life of the protagonist of the work here is at the beginning of "Heavenly Evening Face"
"Thoughtful people who see the sky, without being able to come down to the sky"
I think this song from the Izumi Shikibu phrased this.

He knew that "it wouldn't come to the sky," and "looks" at the sky, leaving it as it is.
The urge to look up at the sky no matter how painful it is, I can't help but do not think of hope and healing, whether the act leads to love or happiness, or socially. ,surely.
I can't help but live anymore.
If you meet that kind of thing... how about...
how is it?
Happiness... Well, I think that happiness is not all about the result... Maybe... If there is a moment when you can be happy in a life that looks unlucky, it's not bad.
Having love and happiness doesn't mean it will last forever.
It's okay because I can only live that way anymore.

Even so... Izumi Shikibu... Izumi Shikibu... Deep.