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Rated: E · Novel · Drama · #2189761
Live on the street
20 minute from my room,in a place where I went down a steep slope by bicycle. There is a park with a relatively large lawn, called Yokoyama Park. At 7 am, I took the old classic guitar out of the case、and put it on a Ginkgo tree where autumn leaves fell.
I've been playing guitar solo on a longing bench here for another 5 years .Live on the street, not so clever ... I sing occasionally while I feel good. To play the guitar is not that that ... to strive for something. Of course, finishing one song requires a certain amount of practice, but it is fun to finish little by little, and the practice doesn't bother ... For the guitar, it was so.
However, I feel that something I struggled with in my life, I sought, was unexpectedly not available. And now it is now that I was destined to play alone on the bench in the park, with no one listening. A couple of elderly people with heavy clothes are taking a morning walk with a fast pace on a park path. Some people have a puppy. A yellow sun is shining to the east. 
I warmed up my hands and started to sing with a guitar.......
"There is nothing you want, there is no one to look for ...
It's a dream that runs away as much as you want ... As you look for ... it is a love that disappears......."
Before commuting, I watched a company employee wearing a black coat on a suit passing by. . ... After all, I was the only one.
When I was eager to become someone hard, I was told by a friend
He said,

"I am not!!!!!"


At that time, it was a rebound, but there are some people who can not easily change their own unique color or smell, or characteristic.


Because of that, two women left. Goodbye ... and.
While thinking about that, I will try to sing the Beatles Yesterday. Does my voice reach the people passing by?
The third woman ... I've been with her for another 10 years ...
I have been playing guitar a lot since she says, “The park bench is cold and boring”・ ・ ・ I am not sad, I do not seem to be too lonely.
But I am worried about it


"Are you eating properly?"


"What are you doing?"


I have been eating alone for three days from that day
... have a simple meal,


"What am I fpr yout? Am I cooking rice?"
She said.


Then she went out drinking with her boy friend.


Today I am playing the guitar


alone


The smoke of tobacco smoked.......


It blows in the wind ...


When I was playing "my lover" composed by Mayumi, I noticed a woman looking at me from afar. Long brown hair, petite body, mascara with crisp eyes ...
 
I raise my hand


"I've been waiting for you ..."


She brought me a small handmade lunch box in her handbag bag ...


end


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