C-1 EPISODE 2 - INVISIBLE DISTANCE

C-1 EPISODE 2 - INVISIBLE DISTANCE - 見えない距離

Joe’s Night Walk / The Day Before He Meets Akine

The last cymbal faded into silence.
After clearing up with the others, he stepped alone into the night.

Beneath the murmur of the city flowed something softer,
not quite music, not quite memory.

His feet marked a steady rhythm,
streetlights passing like beats in a measure.

And soon, the air began to taste of salt.

ジョーの夜の散歩 / 秋音と出会う前日

最後のシンバルの音が消えた。
彼はバンドのメンバーと一緒に片付けを済ますと、一人で夜の中へと歩み出た。

街のざわめきの底には、音楽とも記憶ともつかない、もっと不思議なエネルギーに満ちていた。

足は一定のリズムを刻み、街灯がビートと共に通り過ぎていく。

やがて、空気は潮の匂いを帯び始めた。

Akine’s Night Walk / The Day Before She Meets Joe

She felt something in the air, pressing lightly against her skin.
A low, gentle rhythm wove its way through the silence.

With a shawl draped over her shoulders, she stepped onto the damp street.

With each step, the distance between herself and what awaited seemed to fade away.

Behind the fear of loneliness before a challenge faced alone, an undercurrent of expectation wrapped over it,
and within that, a quiet sense of relief was also present.

秋音の夜の散歩 / ジョーと出会う前日

空気の中に、肌を押すような何かを感じた。
低く穏やかなリズムが、静けさの中を縫うように響いていた。

肩にショールをかけ、彼女は湿った通りへと踏み出した。

一歩進むごとに、自分と待ち受ける何かとの距離が消えていくように感じられた。

一人でする挑戦の前の孤独感の恐れの裏腹に、

期待感がその想いに覆い被さって安堵感も存在していた。

Ghobbuls Voice

Emptiness is a vessel,
waiting to accept something.

A saucer
searched for, but never found.

So we keep walking.
Walking to find it.

ゴブルズの声

空虚は何かを受け入れようとする器。

探しても見つからないソーサー。

だから歩き続ける。

見つけるために歩く。

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