It seems like someone is apologising continuously...
What is she apologising for?
I feel it's not right to prick up my ears, so I try not to hear what she's saying.
I'm back in the city for the funeral. It's been a while.
I was living here just a month ago, but I'm overwhelmed by the crowd of the city.
Skyscrapers and wide roads...
Noisy melody that comes out from the street lights...
Even a loud public speech of the election makes me feel right at home.
There are nothing like them in the place I live now.
All they have is a murmuring of a clear stream. And the cry of the Higurashi.
Recently, I feel comfort instead of sadness, living in such a quiet place.
There's nothing convenient in the place I live now.
No hamburger shop.
No record store, no restaurant, no arcades...
Of course there's no icecream shop.
They have some of them in the nearest village, but it takes an hour to get there by bike.
However, I don't really feel inconvenienced.
There were record stores, arcades and icecream shops at the place I used to live, but I didn't go there that often.
In fact, I lived there for 10 years, but I never went to the icecream shop.
I should've gone there at least once...
It's too late though...
Someone is still apologising...
Who is she apologising to?
Whoever it is should've forgiven her by now.
She shouldn't be apologising again, and again, and again...
I start feeling irritated by the fact that this person is not forgiving her.
All mistakes should be forgiven.
There's no mistake that can't be fixed.
She just has to be careful the next time.
Yet, she continues to apologise...
Did she do something so terrible that it can't be fixed?
I don't know what she did, but if she did something irreversible, then she should be forgiven all the more.
No matter how much she apologises, nothing will change.
However, she continues to apoloogise with a pathetic voice...
Hey, whoever is being apologised to...
Just go ahead and forgive her, will you?
She sounds so miserable... Don't you know?
"Keiichi, we're almost there. Wake up"
I finally wake up as my dad pokes me.
The train has finally reached the last stop.
We changed over several trains for a few hours.
The view I see outside the window makes me forget that I'm still in the same country,
and the same time period...
We're still not there yet. We will be riding the car in the mountains for a while.
As we drove through the deep forest...
We're finally here at our home, Hinamizawa.
(To be continued...)
