NEW Moon Party -新月夜会 英語版-

        Tavern

  When I opened the door and met the owner's father, he greeted me with a slightly embarrassed look.
  "Welcome" "It seems crowded" "It's rare. It's crowded from this time today" "It's still before 6 o'clock in the evening" "This is rare" "That's right" "Father. "Two bottles of beer" "Yes" "Father. I'll come back" "Ah. Wait a minute, wait" "I'll come again" "Well wait"
  The town over the rope curtain is dyed crimson in the setting sun.
  In contrast, the shadow of the building is hazy in the darkness.
  "I'm preparing seats right now." "But it's full." "Opening two seats in the corner." "Is it okay?" "It's okay. Instead, I might ask for a shared seat when a customer comes. Is it okay? "" It's okay. "

        Deep sake

  While listening to the conversations of the customers in the store, I continued to drink hot sake.
  Occasionally, I was driven by the urge to join their story, but in such a case I added sake.
  I like being alone.
  I don't want to carelessly interact with others.
  Because of being involved, the number of jobs increased, and it was not uncommon for dissatisfaction and stagnation to spurt out.
  It is refreshing to see them and their girls take off their masks and become their own self.
  I never thought that the sake placed was delicious, but it's okay if I get drunk.
  While listening to the stories of the customers, I was embraced by sleep.
  And the eyelids naturally close and fall asleep.

        Shared seat

  When I woke up, I was scared to see the face of a stranger in the table.
  The man has his left half face crushed and his eyes popping out.
  "Did you wake up? You. I drank too much."
  His left eyeball, which hangs from his ophthalmic nerve bundle, sways in front of me.
  ... I'm drunk and hallucinating ...
  The man.
  I thought the right half of his face was decent, but there was a hole in his right head.
  "Oyage. You can get two Kashira and green onion miso." "Hey. Wait." "I. Lemon sour."
The orders of the drunk people around me were properly heard.
"You. Are you okay?"
  I am confused.
  It wasn't because it was a variant of the man in front of me, but because I was worried by a man who was just drunk and wasn't as okay as I was.
  "Oyage. We have two chuhai" "Hey" "And one Atsuage-yaki" "Hey"
  The man leans his neck and keeps looking at me with anxiety.
  "Hmm. It looks like my complexion has returned a little." "..." "It was deep blue. Water. Do you drink a little?" "Thank you." "Snoring, I was snoring." "Snoring?" "I thought it was a stroke. I'm tired "
  The eyeball is shaking like a pendulum in front of me.
  Because it was an obstacle to drinking water, I pushed back the man in front of me.
  "Hey, Kashira. Atsuage, wait a minute." "(Cheers)" "Lemon sour and chu-hi, two."
  When I drank water and felt comfortable, I spoke to a strange man.
  "Are you okay than me?" "Are you me?" "Your face is crushed. Your eyes are flying." "Ah. This?" "Wow. Don't touch. I'm nervous." "It's okay. "It's okay" "Go to the hospital right now"
  The man burst out and laughed.
  "Don't laugh. Your face gets even more creepy." "It's terrible. That way of saying it." "It was bad." "Hospital. I don't need it now." "I need it." "?" "Do you know the injury?" "Of course. I know." "It hurts." "No." "It doesn't hurt." "It doesn't." "?" "In other words, I'm dead." "Lie." "Truth. Blood doesn't flow." "..." "It doesn't hurt because I'm dead." "Are you a ghost?" "It's a little different." "?" "I'm a dead man."
The man laughs casually while shaking his popped eyes.
  ... Why am I sharing a table with such a guy ...
  While thinking so, I lamented the absurdity of encountering a sickness.
　　　　　　　　　*
  The store is still crowded and there are no other seats to move to.
  "You. Don't you drink alcohol?"
  I completely forgot about sake.
  "You. Do you drink beer?"
  "Did you drink sake?"
  "I'm thirsty. I'll make beer for the time being. You'll drink too."
  "No. I am ..."
  Without waiting for the reply of the man with a hole in his head, I ordered two bottles of beer and two glasses.
  "I don't drink"
  "Can't you drink?"
  "No. Rather, it's a heavy drinker."
  "Then, do you hate beer?"
  "No. I rather love it."
  "Then you like it. Get along."
  The clerk at the part-time job left beer and a glass while looking at me with a suspicious look.
  "You like it. Don't hesitate."
  The dead with a hole in his head was staring at the glass of beer I poured.
  "Let's make a toast"
  "..."
  "What happened?"
  "Drink it, don't get drunk."
  "You can't get drunk with a glass of beer."
  "No, no matter how much you drink, don't get drunk."
  "You. Are you a drinker?"
  "No"
  "?"
  "It's faster to drink and show"
  When I picked up the glass, the dead person with a hole in his head drank beer all at once.
  "You can drink it"
  Before I finished saying that, beer mixed with foam overflowed from the hole in my head.
  "Yes. Will it leak?"
  "Oh, that's why I decided not to drink."
  When I picked up a hand towel, I rolled it up and pushed it into the hole in the man's head.
  "Hey. What are you doing?"
 "Beer. Try drinking."
  When I terrifiedly picked up a glass of beer, the dead with a hole in his head drank it.
  "eh…"
  The expression of the dead, who had been tense until then, changed to a soft smile.
  "Leak. It looks like it's stopped."
  The dead with a hole in his head was so happy that he grabbed a bottle and drank beer.

        Hit it off together

  "You are a good guy" "You are a good guy" "You are a really good guy" "You are a good guy" "You are a good guy" "You are a good guy" " "You are a really good guy" "You are a good guy" "You are a really good guy" "You are a good guy" "You are a good guy" "You are a good guy" "You are a good guy "You're a good guy" "You're a good guy" "You're a good guy" "You're a really good guy" "You're a really good guy" "What a nice guy, you" "Like you" It ’s my first time to like him. ”
  The next time you were told that you were a good guy, it would be the 24th time.
  It was the first time in my life that I was so grateful to others.
  A dead man who was drunk and had a hole in his red-faced head.
  The hole closed with a hand towel is humorous, but it is quite creepy when seen with cancer.
  However, the horse matched strangely with him.
  In his life, he had a bad time and dived from the platform of the station to commit suicide at the end of despair.
  Of course he couldn't be a Buddhahood.
  He seems to be wandering around the world with a strange face.
  "How many years have you been dead?"
  "Well, I don't know."
  "It looks long"
  "When you die, the flow of time doesn't matter."
  "Do you mean to stop?"
  "It's a little different. If anything,'meaningless' is more suitable."
  "Meaningless?"
  "If you are alive, you will be bound by time."
  "Yup"
  "That's because the" end "of" death "will surely come."
  "Is the end related to time?"
  "If you don't know the length from present to death, you won't be able to finish."
  "Is that so?"
  "I'm dead"
  "That's right"
  "Because I'm dead, the end won't come"
  "Yup…"
  "The only thing that can happen to you is'disappearance', but I don't know what will happen."
  "..."
  "In other words, extinction is uncertain, unlike death. That's why time is meaningless."
　          *
  "I have to thank you." "What is it?" "Thank you for getting drunk."
  "That's exaggerated." "I'm really happy. Now, tell me what's good?" "If so ..." "If so?" "You should pay for the drink here." "Drink?" "Yeah. "I'm in trouble" "What's wrong?" "Money. I don't have it." "Eh." "Because I'm a dead person." "Good. Don't worry." "..." "I want to thank you." "Feelings are enough" "But ..." "Well, drink" "Ah" "What's wrong?" "Why don't you go to the evening party?" "Evening party?" "Tonight is the new moon?" "Is it the night of the new moon?" "?" "New moon night. A night party is held at Torijo's mansion. You can eat delicious food and sake for free." "Torijo?" "Gather the dead and behave." "Are you rich?" " "I live in a big mansion" "Is it a rich woman?" "Well, let's go" "A gathering of the dead. Is it okay for a living person like me to go?" "It's fun" "..." "Don't worry. I "It's attached" "But ..." "It's an opportunity that you can rarely experience" "..."

        Evening party

  Bird woman.
  As the name implies, a person with a female body on the head of a bird.
  "She is called the Black Bird Woman."
  The dead with a hole in his head whispered in my ear.
  For some reason, she is looking sideways.
  She kept observing me with a keen eye, though she was that habit.
  "Are you a living person?"
  The bird woman spoke.
  "Yes, Madam"
  "Why did you bring me here?"
  "I'm giving back. Thank you very much."
  Once again, the black bird woman was reviewing me.
  "Welcome you. Soon the supper will begin."

        Ⅾinner

  An endless dining room.
  The long tables with invisible ends are lined up endlessly, and countless dead people are gathering.
  "Both sit down, because the supper has already begun."
  The dead person with a hole in his head sat down with me.
  "The food and sake here are delicious." "Is it really delicious?" "The chef here has super-first-class skills." "..." "Do you think you can serve strange things?" "No ..." "Don't worry." . Decent food comes out. "
Even so, the dead people around me were all strange people.
"You got used to me," "Well," "It was creepy at first," "Sure," "Honest guy," "...""That's why the black bird woman accepted you." "Eh?" "Because the dead are humans, even if they are deformed."
  The appetizer was brought in.
  "It's delicious ..." "I guess" "I ate this delicious food for the first time" "Because I was a five-star chef" "Is that so?" "Everyone has no eyes on delicious food. And gather here Are all people. "
　            *
  I was surrounded by relaxation and peace.
  "Here. It's the best." "Did you like it?" "I feel comfortable." "Yes." "The food and sake are the best." "I got used to it in a blink of an eye." Nobody or he is normal "" Because he's a dead person "" I'm not good at people "" Do you hate it? "" No. I'm not good at matching "" I see "" I like one person "" Lonely "Isn't it?" "I'm tired when I'm in a person" "Isn't I talking?" "I'm not good at direct work. That's why I choose to stay at home and do it alone." "So I like it alone" "Is it really satisfying?" "I'm not dissatisfied" "Isn't it satisfied?" "Actually, I sometimes miss people asexually." "Isn't he going because he likes alcohol?" "I like alcohol, but I go to touch people's feelings."
  The dead with a hole in his head laughed.
  "What's funny?" "You look like a dead person alive" "I'm a dead person?" "Ah" "Where?" You'll die leaving a grudge or regret. "" Ah. "" I'm wandering around this life without being noticed by anyone with unwieldy thoughts. "" That's right. "" It's rare for the dead to come across each other. " "But everyone was originally a human being." "Do you miss people?" "So, on the night of the new moon, gather here to wash grudges and regrets." "Wash?" "Return to your true self." "Why is it the night of the new moon?" "The darkest is the darkest and the light is the lightest." "In other words, is it the darkest?" It's close. It's the most comfortable darkness for humans. "
  The dead people drink, eat and make noise.
  I felt nostalgia and familiarity with them.
  "This place is similar to the izakaya I go to." "So I wonder if I was invited to that store."
  Two people laugh.
  "Are you not afraid of us in a strange shape?" "I'm not afraid" "I don't hate you" "I don't have that" "Mysterious guy" "Is that so?" "Yeah" "It just looks different Isn't it just drunk? "" ... "" Whether it's a dead person or a human being. Those who are exposing their true intentions can be relieved. The same is true for those here. "
  "I feel like I understand why the black bird woman accepted her."
  With that said, the dead with a hole in his head laughed and his eyes shook.
  I stared at the dead with a hole in my head with a confused look.
  "what up?"
  "Can I say one?"
  "What?"
  "Don't be offended"
  "Ahh"
  "Does your hanging eyeball not fit in its original place?"
  "..."
  "It's creepy"
  Pokan face, a dead man with a hole in his head.
  "Hey, it feels bad ..."
  Holding his belly, the dead with a hole in his head said with a laugh.
  "I like the place you say that to the black bird girl."

        Entertainment

  Lotus flowers placed on a pure white flat plate were distributed as dessert.
  Suddenly, a black bird woman hit the table violently and stood up.
  "What is this dessert?"
  A black bird woman with an angry mind.
  "Where is the chef?"
  The white bird women who cling to her are upset and flutter around.
  "Call me here right away"
　            *
  The chef has arrived.
  A good man who suffered, but a silver forehead stuck in the middle of his forehead.
  "Forehead fork. It seems to hurt."
  "That. Well, that was the cause of his death."
  "Did you die from that?"
  "Filthy quarrel. It seems that he was struck by a mistress who turned upside down."
  "Over there. A woman talking intimately with a fat and rich father."
  "Beauty"
  "That is her mistress"
  "Did she die too?"
  "Immediately after the chef died"
  "Did you follow?"
  "It's romantic"
  "eh?"
  "I died from the poison of the chef."
　            *
  "What is this lotus flower?"
  "It's a dessert"
  "Did you know that I hate this flower?"
  "Okay"
  The low muddy voice of protests directed at the chef echoed in the dining room.
  "The black bird woman and the chef. Actually, they are friends with dogs and monkeys."
  "Is that so?"
  "A chef is indispensable for a night party. Unless that chef disappears, no alternative chef will appear."
  "I think there are as many chefs as you can?"
  "That's why it's destined, so the black bird woman has no choice but to continue using that chef."
  The black bird woman stopped the protesting guests.
  "Would you like to ask what it means to use?"
  "Meaning of use?"
  "There is also an answer that there is no"
  The eyes of the black bird woman are full of irony and hatred.
  "Time. Because that production was indispensable for today's dinner."
  Again, the boo storm.
  "Don't you know that'time'is meaningless to everyone here?"
  "What so?"
  "..."
  "Today's guest has a person who is involved in'time'. That person."
  The chef points to me.
  The eyes of countless dead people gathered at me.
  "Come on, go here."
  The chef beckons me.
  "I have no choice but to go. A real human being."
  I stood up with my back pushed by a dead person with a hole in my head.
　            *
  "Smartphone. Do you have one?"
  The chef asked me.
  "Yeah. I have it."
  Booing of disappointment and jealousy.
  "What time is it now?"
  "23:54"
  "What does the time mean?"
  Frustrated, black bird woman.
  "It's not the present. It makes sense for the time to arrive soon."
  "What is that time?"
  "Midnight"
  The time emerged beside the chef.
  23:59:34 pm.
  Time moves.
  23:59:44 pm.
  23:59:45 pm.
  23:59:49 pm.
  23:59:50 pm.
  9,8,7,6,5.
  A countdown that naturally boiled.
  3, 2, 1, ...
  Zero.
  The lighting goes out completely.
  At the same time, countless lotus flowers placed on the table shined and bloomed with a popping sound.
  The fragrance colors the dining room.
  The lights turned on again, and the dead people screamed at the seven-colored gelato in the open lotus flower.

        Ⅾancing

  Ⅾance hall.
  The dead are euphoric and dance crazy.
  A sound that destroys thoughts.
  Lights, lights, lights that keep blinking.
　            *
 In the darkness flashing in five colors, there was a woman who leaned against me.
  …Ah. Chef's mistress ...
  I entered a private room in an unmanned toilet with her and her two.
　            *
  After several greedy hugs, she whispered in my ear.
  "Kiss is no good"
  I stared at her.
  "I was poisoned by that chef."
  "I know"
  "Little purple lips. Poison."
  Her bad breath was fishy, but it made me even more excited.
  "You will die"
  When I tried to kiss her, she blocked her lips with her Japanese fingers and said.
  "I do not care"
  I deprived her of the freedom of her arms and devoured her lips.
  Rough and snake-skin-like texture.
  The taste of saliva is both sweet and bitter.
  The body is numb.
  This is the taste of poison ...
  Shaking off her rushing consciousness many times, I kept asking for her.
  "You too will be dead."
  Her voice whispering in his ear.
  I don't remember what happened after that.

       Playing

  "Gee"
  I woke up with a scream.
  The first thing I saw when I woke up was the eyeball of the dead with a hole in his head.
  "You look okay."
  A dead man with a hole in his head looking into me with anxiety.
  I was biting his arm.
  My teeth bite into the flesh of his arm and desperately sip his blood exuding from the bite marks.
  "No more hurt your body" "What's wrong?" "I was about to be killed by that woman" "Why am I biting your arm?" "Detoxification" "Your blood "Is it poisonous to poison?" "Did you fail to become a dead person?" "Sorry," "Hey," "It's not the time yet." "Bad feeling" "Grabbed by my shoulder. It's okay to be slow."
            *
  Ⅾance hall.
  There was a dead person in the center of the stage who was scrutinizing while playing the sanshin.
  The countless dead people all listen to the melody and the poems.
            *
  "He?"
  "The dead of Bard. Playing the sanshin. The climax of today's evening party."
  For some reason, his melody struck my heart.
  Looking at me like that, the dead with a hole in his head whispered in my ear.
  "Don't cry"
  "eh?"
  "It will disappear"
  The dead with a hole in his head turned a nihilistic smile on me.
  "Those who cried today will leave the ship after this and go to'The Edge of Extinction'."
  "Will it disappear there?"
  "Yup"
  "Even so, when I listen to it, I feel like tears."
  "Human is easier to feel than the dead"
  "Is it the same person originally?"
  "That dead is deaf, so I play and sing the scene of my heart."
  "Is it a scene of the heart?"
  "The dead are resentful and unskilled, and their senses are dull. People are straightforward in that respect."
  Two people laugh.
  "Will he continue to play forever?"
  "Is it because I can't hear?"
  "Yup"
  "The dead of Bard has a moment of trembling in his own heart."
  "Is that the time of extinction for him?"
  "Yes, but no one has seen it."
  "Are you not crying today?"
  "Today is different"
  "Really"
  "When you cry, you can't stay without tears, so I'm sure it's different today."

        Departure

  I heard that the pier is connected to Oike in the courtyard, but Oike is as wide as the ocean and you can't see your life.
  "It's a very large pond. Isn't it the sea?" "It's a pond because it's in the courtyard." "The world is different."
  The dead who were taken by the white bird women boarded the ship one after another.
  "Will the white bird women go with me?" "Because it's a rower" "I'm coming back" "I won't come back" "Eh?" "No one will come back when I leave the boat" "Why?" "Disappearance It seems that the whole ship will sink in my life. "" Did the white bird women cry? "" The bird women won't cry. "" If so, why do they disappear together? "" I don't know. "" ... "" But that's it. It was decided by the white bird women. "" It's absurd. "
  The dead with a hole in his head silently saw the black bird woman without answering.
  "That's why I think I'll see you off." "Is it a black bird woman?" "I always come to see you off."
  The hustle and bustle of the dead on board the ship continues.
  "Why can you go to the life of extinction when you cry?" "Because it is purified." "Will the grudge and regret disappear?"
  Among the dead people who boarded, I saw the chef's mistress.
  "That mistress is also leaving." "You have purified me." "Stop. I'm about to be killed." "Everyone who kissed that woman died, but you survived." "I was saved by you" "But survive" "Well" "I was released from the curse of the kiss of death" "Is it purification?"
  The dead with a hole in his head nodded.
  "Look over there. There's a chef." "Well, where?" "It's a lighted room on the third floor."
  There was a chef at the point of the dead person with a hole in his head.
  "Next, I wonder if that chef will also set sail." "Why do you know?" "He loved that woman."
  The trumpet that announces the departure of the ship rings.
  The warm onshore breeze began to blow.
  The white bird women grabbed the paddle and set sail for the life of extinction.
  The black bird woman kept seeing off the ship forever.

        One time

  "Goodbye here"
  The dead person with a hole in his head told me that he was sick.
  It was a place like the boundary between the alley behind the building and the roadway.
  The eastern sky was beginning to turn white.
  The alley was covered in darkness, but the asphalt on the roadway was        beginning to shine white.
  "Soon, the dawn will come."
  "That's right. We sometimes meet Omagato and break up before dawn."
  "Somehow I'm a little lonely"
  "Evidence of fun"
  "How about you?"
  "Lonely"
  It is strange that the eerie and unavoidable man's face is tasty and visible.
  "New moon night. I go to that bar. Come see me once in a while."
  "That's right. I don't make a promise, but I may go if I feel like it."
  I held a dead person with a hole in my head.
  His body was cold.
  When I casually looked at his head with a little effort, I saw a hand towel packed in a hole.
  When I talked to my body, he stared at my face and then said.
  "You can enjoy" raw ""
  "You are?"
  "I will taste" death "until it disappears. Now, go."
  The dead with a hole in his head pushed my back.
  I stepped onto the road with that momentum.
  When I looked back and looked at the alley, he was no longer there.

        See you

  We would have had several new moon nights here.
  I was drunk at the corner seat where I drank with the dead with a hole in my head.
  … Is he gone?
  But like that time, it may appear casually for drinking.
  It wasn't bad to drink alcohol with uncertain expectations.
  I wonder if I'm enjoying "life" as he said ...
  I don't know that, but it has changed dramatically since that day.
  I came to feel that the sake became delicious.
  I got drunk today as well.
  A sleeper embraces me.
  I always think in the consciousness that my eyelids are closed and I sleep a little.
  When I woke up, I had the expectation that I could see the eyeballs swaying like a pendulum.

(END)