THE Masayuki Paradise

  Summer vacation was almost over. I had promised myself that year I would do five pages a day without hoarding any homework, but it was no good. I took a peek at my sister's weather [report] in her picture diary, I was able to duplicate Keiko's record of morning glories from a Katomotor [vehicle brand], Yu helped me with more than half of my work, yet I was  able to complete a traffic volume survey in front of the town hall and the station, which I had decided to do as a freeform assignment. Every day we went to inspect them by bicycle. Nobo was very skilled at the trumpet, Hisa played the contrabass, and I played the clarinet. While there was no training camp, we went to the music room every 6 in the morning to practice Over the Rainbow . The reed cut my lips as it pierced painfully whenever I drink miso soup. Should I buy a guitar? I mustn't break it this time. It's not a yakuza song; it's the Beatles. I went to stay at Ken's residence in Izumi-cho. My uncle...

  Susquehanna-gou no Eikou VI: Showa no Hanabira [ サスクハナ号の曳航VI 昭和の花びら ]  - The intro part, events from an underground diner at the Grand Central Station in New York, up to 10 minutes and 36 seconds into the song, is entirely a true story. This is also true, in detail, with an elderly Latino group bringing tissues and a lady leaving a bottle of water. In fact, I experienced something similar to this 12.3 years ago, though not very intensely. The location in an underground diner in Grand Central is very similar, but the tables were different, even though the building was spacious, and for some reason, an old woman sat down in front of me. I knew during that time, we started eating what seemed to be homemade cookies. She looked at me while chewing from time to time. I love this event, so I handed her a paper napkin and said, "" mom, [I] could use this ". Then the old woman replied, " thank you ". That was the voice of my mother, who suddenly passed away while I wa...