The City Without You （Eng. version - 英語版）

As I strolled through the streets of Ochanomizu, my attention was drawn to a music store. A sudden thought crossed my mind: “You will surely find a guitar here.”
I was startled by this realisation.

How many months had passed?

Yet, unable to do anything about it, that distant memory surfaced before me. I was reminded of the time in Fukuoka, when you gazed at a guitar with awe, your eyes brimming with wonder. I recalled the amusing expression on your face in Osaka, when you looked at the price and sighed in disbelief.

Do you remember? The trips we took together, holding each other's hands, enveloped in the sensation that we could conquer the world. Seeing you play the guitar with such heartfelt emotion made me feel, from the bottom of my heart, that you were the one. I thought you loved me with the same passion you poured into the guitar. For a while, it felt like that was true.

Even when I was angry with you, or when you yelled at me, it seemed like just a small obstacle on our long journey together.
I believed that our wounds were a part of this love. It was like a beautiful, sweet illusion.

But in that shivering-cold winter, it all turned into a nightmare that robbed me of my sleep.

Even far from each other, even if summer has already arrived, I find myself wondering what you are doing.
What shape has your life taken?
Are you still playing the guitar?
Or has the person I knew and loved long ago already disappeared?
It seems that you killed him on that day.
Yet, a part of that person remains wherever I go. Even in streets where you are not present, your ghost seems to chase me.