Since you're no longer here, I'll try to walk on alone. It's better than rotting away, so I'm walking without a destination.

I'll live without wishing for anything. Don't worry, there's no night that doesn't end. ⠀ —

It was a clear summer. The day my head felt like it would explode because of classical music, The day my stomach churned because of the competition next month,

You, who weren't even that close to me, recommended a song.

I saw you standing there, backlit by the blue sky and sunlight.

Ah— I finally realize it now. My summer has only just begun. My desire to quit classical music has finally turned into action.