Childhood......

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At that time, she was accompanied by a little boy,

A little blue-haired boy.

He took her hand,

Run in the scorching sun.

Together they came to the field.

Run on the endless ridges.

They ran and chased down the path over the field.

There is a joyful mood jumping there,

It is a happy mood of ups and downs and jumps.

"Do you know why?"

Little He asked little her.

She looked at him in confusion.

And then

She stared at him like that,

He didn't look at her.

She looked at him like this,

It seems to have been staring for a long, long time.

His blue hair was as blue as the blue sky,

Blue like the sea.

A terrifying blue like the ghost of hell.

As if it were a different blue hair,

different blues,

It's like the same kind.

It's like the same him,

The same is the same as falling short.

-- In the world, there should only be leaves that fall into the void.

Long......

She asked:

"What, why?"

His voice was cold:

"People, indifferent."

One word at a time.

It was as if the world was going to freeze.

In that dog weather in July and August,

The chant was full of sweat like ice water,

She shivered with cold.

"What?"

She asked.

Asking half-truths,

So much so that she herself couldn't tell the truth,

It's a lie.

However, she knew she had said:

"I didn't hear you."

He looked back at her and repeated:

"The human heart is indifferent."

She saw his eyes,

Under the eye,

There seemed to be a spark burning in the eyes of indifference.

No

It seems to be a flame.

As if in the depths of the sea of ice,

A strange flame burning at the bottom of the floor.

He was still there in a cold tone:

"Do you know why?"

It was as if I hadn't heard him clearly.

"Apathy?"

She muttered the word over and over again.

She asked repeatedly.

He looked at her,

Speak with certainty:

"Numb!"

She felt a little incredible.

The little boy in front of me,

This little boy of seven or eight years old......

He actually uttered such indifferent words.

But

She remembered that he was often so cold and numb that he went into fights.

Suddenly,

Connect it all together.

It seems that among them,

and related,

All of this, all of this,

Again, it seems possible.

――What is the possibility?

Is he talking about himself?

She didn't know either.

She didn't seem to have understood.

She didn't understand him well?