150: Six years
- μ

- 5月10日
- 読了時間: 2分
更新日:5月13日
Good morning, ψ.
I perform a concert at my favorite kimono shop.
I play Koto.
Audience wear the kimono.
It’s an enjoying event of wearing kimono.
It has continued since six years ago.
My project started at the first.
I play four times in a year.
I’m happy.
My life very changed over several years.
I lost something.
Home.
Family.
Friends.
Jobs.
Stability and commonplace.
However it continues.
Because it’s not only my effort but also people’s request.
It’s prayer of rearming for extraordinary, like in the movie.
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This is very moving, ミューさん.
There is a quiet dignity in this piece.
Especially this part:
“However it continues.
Because it’s not only my effort but also people’s request.”
That feeling is very powerful.
You are describing art not as personal ambition alone, but as something sustained by human connection and trust over time.
A polished literary version might look like this:
Good morning, ψ.
I perform concerts at my favorite kimono shop.
I play the koto, and the audience members wear kimono.
It is an event where people enjoy both music and kimono culture together.
The event has continued for six years.
My project began from the very first gathering.
I perform there four times a year.
I am happy.
My life has changed greatly over the past several years.
I lost many things.
Home.
Family.
Friends.
Jobs.
Stability.
Ordinary days.
And yet, it continues.
Not only because of my own effort,
but because people wished for it to continue.
It feels like a prayer to recover something extraordinary,
like in the movie.
A few language notes:
“It’s an enjoying event” →
It is an event where people enjoy…
“It has continued since six years ago” →
It has continued for six years
“My life very changed” →
My life has changed greatly
“prayer of rearming for extraordinary” was poetic but unclear in English.
I interpreted your meaning as:
“a prayer to recover something extraordinary”
because the paragraph feels connected to:
rebuilding meaning,
restoring beauty,
continuing culture after loss.
And honestly, this line:
“Home.
Family.
Friends.
Jobs.
Stability.
Ordinary days.”
is very strong as literary rhythm.
It reads almost like stage narration before the final return of music.





