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夜珍しく家族そろってるからって、お父さんがアイスキャンディを買ってきたそうです。

その時妹だけ少し小さいせいもあって、先に寝ちゃっていました。ばあちゃんは確か中学生になったくらいの年でした。

そこで、なら私がもらうと名乗り出たのがおばあちゃんでした。

当時は今みたいに冷凍庫なんてなく、あっても氷室と言う買ってきたでかい氷を入れて、そこで食材を冷やしておく箱のようなモノがあったくらいでした。

アイスキャンディは溶けてしまう。だから食べた。それだけの事だったんですね。

ところが後で妹が起きてきて、みんな食べて私のがないと大騒ぎ。ばあちゃんとは大喧嘩になったそうです。「寝てたあんたが悪い」そんな冷たい一言を浴びせて、そこから口もきかなかったそうです。

そして、八月六日がやってきます。ばあちゃんは市から離れた工場にお手伝いに行ってたため早くから家を出ていました。

そこからはご想像の通りです。

原爆の衝撃はすさまじかったらしく、市から離れてたのにガラスが割れて体に刺さるほどだったと聞きました。

その後家族を探しますが、戻ってきても冷たい状態。親戚含めて行方不明者多数。妹も姿が確認できないまま時が過ぎます。

この話をしてくれた時、ばあちゃんは８４でした。

ずっと、後悔してると涙ながらに話をしてくれました。

話が前後して申し訳ないのですが、僕が一人でばあちゃんの所に泊まりに行ってて、ある日平和記念資料館に行くと話をしたら、妹さんの事をはなししてくれたんです。「行くならあの子の顔を見てやってほしい」って。もう目も見えない体になっちゃって、あの子に会いに行けないからって。そして代わりに伝えてほしいと、「ごめん」って。

平和記念資料館には、遺体の見つからなかった人たちの顔写真と名前を確認出来るところがあるのですが、そこで初めてばあちゃんの妹さんの顔を見ました。当時の自分よりもはるかに若い、子供でした。可愛い子供の姿。お骨も無く、お墓でもない。でもたくさんの人が確かに祭られてる。平和記念資料館内で手を合わせるのは妙な感覚でした。

「やりたい人だけでやってくれ」戦争に対して僕が思うのはこれだけです。覚悟のない人間を巻き込むやり方は、戦争だろうが何だろうが非人道的だと考えます。

さて、歌詞と関係ないことまで、拙い文で長々と書いてしまい申し訳ありません。読んでくれる人がいるのかわかりませんが(笑)

と言うわけで、個人的な区切りの一つとしての、お気持ち表明これにて終了！

P.S.もし仮に読まれた方で、気分を害された方がいたら教えてください！速攻消しますので(;^ω^)

© 𝟮𝟬𝟮5

キューエル・ワイスマン(Ql・Y`sman)

𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗥𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗥𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱.

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⊛The English lyrics are below↓

I hope you enjoy it♬

あの夏の夜　アイスキャンディ

団らんの隅　風鈴の音

妹の分まで　一口食べて

忘れられない　言葉を投げた

翌朝の空は　雲一つなく

終わりのない　刻を信じていた

忘れたい　けど　忘れたくない

光が落ち　すべて奪った日

忘れたい　けど　忘れたくない

ごめんね言えず　笑顔閉ざした日

崩れた町並み　名を呼びながら

記憶を追っても　ただ風が吹くだけ

あの日の面影　煙に消えて

返らぬ声を　ただ待ち続けた

黒い涙が　零れ落ちる空

夢の続きと　まだ思っていた

忘れたい　けど　忘れたくない

焼き付く影が　胸焦がす日々

忘れたい　けど　忘れたくない

その声や姿　今も浮かぶよ

揺れる足取り　季節は巡り

新しい笑顔に　手を重ねた

子から孫へと　紡いだ願い

消さない影　胸に抱いて　空を見上げた

忘れない　そう　忘れはしない

アイスキャンディ　君に持ってく

忘れない　そう　忘れはしない

今度こそ　一緒に食べようね

【English version】

A summer night not long ago. An ice lolly.

A corner where family members were gathered. The sound of wind chimes.

I took a bite for my sister as well.

I uttered words I'll never forget.

The next morning, the sky was cloudless, and I believed in endless time.

I want to forget, but I don't want to forget. The day the light went out and took everything away. I want to forget, but I don't want to forget. The day I couldn't say I was sorry and my smile was closed off.

Calling out your name through the ruined streets, I chase after my memories, but only the wind blows. The vestiges of that day disappear into smoke, and I just keep waiting for a voice that never answers.

Black tears. Falling from the sky. I still thought it was just a continuation of a dream

I want to forget, but I don't want to forget. The burned-in shadows burn my heart every day. I want to forget, but I don't want to forget. I can still picture your voice and your figure.

With shaky steps, the seasons change, I put my hands together on new smiles, and the wishes weave from child to grandchild, I look up at the sky, holding an unfading shadow in my heart.

I won't forget, yes, I won't forget. I'll bring you an ice lolly. I won't forget, yes, I won't forget. Next time, let's eat together

Apparently, Dad bought an ice cream because it was unusual for the whole family to be together that night.

My sister was a little young at the time, so she fell asleep first. Grandma was probably about middle school age then.

So Grandma volunteered to have the ice cream.

Back then, there weren't freezers like there are today; what we had were iceboxes, which were like boxes where you put large pieces of ice you bought and kept food cold.

The ice cream melted. So she ate it. And that was it.

Later, though, my sister woke up, ate it all, and made a fuss about her ice cream being gone. Apparently, they got into a huge fight. "It's your fault for sleeping," she coldly told her, and they never spoke again.

Then, August 6th arrived. Grandma had left early to help out at a factory far from the city.

Then, you can imagine what happened next.

I heard that the impact of the atomic bomb was so great that even though they were far from the city, glass shattered and pierced their bodies.

Afterwards, they searched for their family, but when they returned, they found everything cold. Many people, including relatives, were missing. Time passed without any sign of their sister either.

Grandma was 84 when she told me this story.

She tearfully told me that she had always regretted it.

I'm sorry to change the subject, but one day I was staying at grandma's house by myself, and when I told her I was going to the Peace Memorial Museum, she told me about her sister. "If you go, please see her face," she said. She said she was no longer blind and couldn't go to see her. She asked me to pass on the message on her behalf, saying she was sorry.

The Peace Memorial Museum has a section where you can view photographs and names of people whose bodies were never found, and it was there that I saw my grandma's sister's face for the first time. She was a child, much younger than I was at the time. A cute child's appearance. There are no bones, and no grave. But many people are certainly enshrined here. It was a strange feeling to pray inside the Peace Memorial Museum.

"Only those who want to do it should do it." That's all I think about war. I believe that involving unprepared people is inhumane, whether it's war or anything else.

Well, I'm sorry for writing so much in such a clumsy way, even about things that have nothing to do with the lyrics. I don't know if anyone will read this, though (lol).

So, this is the end of my personal statement of my feelings!

P.S. If anyone is offended or upset by what they read, please let me know! I'll delete it immediately. (;^ω^)