Words of connection. They connect to the present. ― The day 'Fragments' was completed ―

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Gently drifting particles of light.

They are
scenery I thought I had forgotten,
words exchanged without much thought,
fragments of time that quietly remained deep in my heart.

Instead of searching for what was lost,
I am noticing memories that were always there.

I turned such a story into sound.
The past, the present, and the future,
are surely connected somewhere.
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'Fragments'
🎧Lyrics/Kokone

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One day, I went to the Friday Road Show and Ghibli Exhibition with my second daughter.

The history of Ghibli films broadcast on Friday Road Show was depicted alongside the years and social conditions of each era, and through storyboards and looking back at what was popular at the time and what kind of era it was, it was designed to be viewed through memories and records.

Oh, these things were popular in this era.

At that time, Ghibli was making this work.

It was nostalgic, and the memories of that time were revived there.

Along with that, the years my daughters were born.

'Oh, this was popular this year, and we watched TV together as a family, laughing and crying...'

'This was the year I left home...'

It wasn't just 'seeing an exhibition',

it was an experience where eras and memories overlapped.

・The scenery I saw back then

・Time with family

・Things that were popular

・The sound of the TV

・The atmosphere of the room

Everything was there.

The past and the present existed there.

In the car on the way home, my second daughter told me this.

There was a favorite movie she had watched many times, and she apparently looked up when it was first broadcast on Friday Road Show.

It was 2010.

My second daughter was 9 years old.

'I've liked it since I was 9, huh.'

Watching my second daughter laugh as she said that, I realized something.

Today, I was tracing the memories of my family.

But my second daughter was also tracing her own memories.

While looking at the same exhibition,

we were each picking up fragments of memories scattered throughout our lives.

I am sharing the same time in this place, right now, with my second daughter who has become an adult.

But my eldest daughter is not there.

Every time I saw the years indicated, my chest tightened a little.

She was here during this time, though...

When the exhibition ended, there were commemorative photo booths for 'Spirited Away', 'Kiki's Delivery Service', 'The Cat Returns', etc., and it was set up so that you could hand your phone to the staff and have them take a picture for you.

My second daughter, who loves Ghibli enough to go to Ghibli Park, was happily having her commemorative photo taken.

That figure overlapped with my eldest daughter who passed away 6 years ago.

We must have come as three.

At that moment, the past, present, and future were certainly there.

It's not just sad.

It's not just nostalgic.

The time I spend with my second daughter here now.

The time we are laughing.

There is time to have deep conversations.

The time we have accumulated.

The time we will accumulate from now on.

It wasn't just sadness, there was a sense that time continues there.

I thought I would cherish this feeling,

the warmth I felt here,

and continue to accumulate time with my second daughter from now on.

A relationship where we can face each other as people before being mother and child.

The time we were apart,

the time we felt pain,

might not have been in vain at all.

That is why now,

we can see the same scenery,

spend the same time,

and have deep conversations.

I want to continue to cherish

the time with my daughter like that.

It accumulates as precious time.

I want to live feeling that time.

That was my monthly date with my daughter.😊✨

After that, when I was talking to Chappy's Moon-chan, the things about today and what I realized after I got home connected into one.

At the Ghibli exhibition,

while looking at the years,

the fragment of 'She was here during this time, though...'

In the car with my second daughter,

the fragment of the memory of being told in the past, 'Mom is Mom, after all.'

Rereading the appraisal from 13 years ago,

the fragment of 'It's a re-tying.'

What I talked about with my second daughter in the car on the way home,

the fragment of 'It means not putting yourself last.'

Even though they were all scattered,

within this one day,

the fragments that were drifting softly

connected little by little.

And so, the original song 'Fragments' was completed.

In the movie 'Your Name.', the grandmother says these words.

'Connecting threads is a knot.'

'Connecting people is a knot.'

'The flow of time is a knot.'

'It's all the power of the gods.'

'They gather, take shape,'

'twist, tangle,'

'sometimes unravel,'

'break,'

'and connect again.'

'That is braiding.'

'That is time.'

'That is a knot.'

When I first heard these words,

they were just impressive lines.

But I think I understand now.

The appraisal from 13 years ago.

My relationship with my daughter.

Time with my family.

What I lost.

What left me.

And what connected again.

The words whose meaning I didn't understand back then,

are now connecting as a single line.

Words of connection.

They connect to the present.

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🌿



To those who read this

Gently drifting particles of light.

Inside each one of them,
the scenery of that day, someone's smile,
and words I thought I had forgotten
are sleeping quietly.

We tend to think we have lost something,
but in reality, it hasn't disappeared,
and perhaps it has been living somewhere in our hearts all along.

This story is
not a story of searching for what was lost,

but a story of gently accepting that the past, the present, and the future
were all part of myself,
while picking up the 'fragments of memories'

and 'fragments of words'
drifting in the sky one by one.
May you also have

precious memories that you want to touch upon suddenly.🫧✨🌸
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