Welcome to the world of "HIGURASHI When They Cry". Let's begin with the opening scenario, "Onikakushi".
Please lay back and enjoy your stay at Hinamizawa.
Prologue
(Early summer of the 58th year in the Shouwa era (AD: 1983)
If I was going to be betrayed...
It would've been better to get physically torn apart.
I trusted her.
No... I do trust her.
I trust her even now.
But... I'm actually smelling a rat.
The only reason I trust her is because I don't want to admit the truth.
I force myself to believe her...
But I'm sick and tired of this emotion...
More tears flow out of my eyes and soak my face.
My mechanical movements stop and the room is filled with silence.
All I can hear is the cry of the Higurashi*.
But...
I feel like I can still hear her...
...That can't be right.
She has stopped saying it a while ago.
I'm the only one crying.
She didn't even cry.
When she was repeating those words, she had no expression or emotion on her face.
If she doesn't have any tears to shed, neither do I.
I shouldn't have to cry for her.
But how come it hurts so much and I can't stop crying? How come?
I still haven't torn it up, ...because I want to believe.
Hey, isn't that enough?
From inside me, a voice gently pipes up...
You've grieved enough.
...And over and over, I wonder whether I should just throw away my grieving heart.
Even so... I've stubbornly refused to abandon it.
If I only would... it would ease my mind...
Surely I'm the only one who understands the bitter hardships, who can be thanked for them.
Hey you.
...You've done enough.
....You've accepted it.
Therefore,
...shouldn't you put youself at ease...?
Besides...... I'm not throwing it away.
I'm going to set it here, with her.
Like an offering of flowers.
Now...
Your mind is very relaxed...
Your right arm has gone heavy...
Try your best to raise it.
With one wave, you'll forget all this.
I was cheered by your kindness.
I was cheered by your lovely smile.
I loved to pat your head.
I loved your bashful ways.
Since this is the end,
Since I'll forget all this with one more swing,
I'll give to you, .........my first,
and last, bouquet.
Could it be, ...that what I loved,
............................was you?
(Prologue: End)
Higurashi: Cicadas
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