Heavy girl? I feel worse than Black Hole Trigger!

The lights on the stage gradually dimmed amid the passionate guitar sounds.

Even the melody fell silent, with only sparse chords announcing the end.

Until the final chord falls into silence—

The audience burst into thunderous cheers.

Shiina Riki was stunned by the cheers, looking calmly at the dark stage.

Even if I continue to fail. Even if I continue to be alone. Even if I live countless times in an inferior cage—

"No matter how many times, go ahead and draw it."

I'll take this as encouragement from you.

She pursed her lips and whispered, "...Thank you."

Stubbornly not letting anyone hear it.

——No matter how many times, you must stand up again.

Because this is Shiina Riki's unique way of survival.

Lost Star Chapter 95 Summer Time Record: Chapter God

“Isn’t it great?”

Shiina Riki tilted his head to look.

Nagasaki Suyo's smile as she looked at the stage was filled with an emotion called pride.

"I want everyone to hear this song, so I want you to come no matter what."

——Even if spring is over, summer will come.

Then carefully record those past events in this hot summer and believe that your trip will be worthwhile.

She sighed and said, "It would be great if Xiaoxiang could hear it too."

"..."

Li Xi lowered his eyes.

"Even if that guy heard it, he wouldn't feel anything."

"Is that so? But I still want her to hear it." Su Shi glanced at her cold expression and smiled: "This has nothing to do with what Xiaoxiang thinks. I just want her to know that this 'world' she once created is not meaningless-"

That world, which can no longer be returned to, still has a future... is definitely not just a band called CRYCHIC.

In that world, there are five completely different people, five people who have nothing to do with each other. One spring afternoon, because of a sudden inspiration, they met, got to know each other, and worked together for an ordinary yet not-so-ordinary goal and dream.

A journey like that, a journey in spring.

"Whether it's Deng, Lixi, or me, none of us will forget it."

That memory is the meaning itself.

That's why we need to cherish those memories and write them down...into songs.

Nagasaki Suyo closed her eyes slightly, as if trying to hide the emotions flowing in her eyes at this moment.

When she opened her eyes again, her eyes were as gentle as ever, staring diagonally in front of her at the back of a girl who looked extremely lonely and petite in the crowd, yet had a strong presence in the dim light.

Takamatsu Deng was holding his notebook tightly, staring blankly at the now dim stage.

just like--

The pebbles covered with spring mud finally waited for midsummer and greeted the first ray of sunlight on the cloudy day that was beginning to clear up.

●

After a short break, the man once again appeared in the spotlight.

There was no chance to say even a word. The clear guitar riff started the next song before the man approached the microphone. It was "Blue Bookmark" that he had sung before.

Compared to the somewhat sad singing style of "Summer Time Record", Bao Dengzheli's interpretation of "Blue Bookmark" this time only has a slightly melancholy feeling when looking back at childhood many years later, but more of it is a feeling of relief. His singing style calmly narrates the regrets of the past and completely soothes the remaining excitement in "Summer Time Record".

“…Well, today is also the day that hasn’t changed.”

"Really, like, going crazy..."

The song ends with a familiar guitar riff, and the man's expression calms down with the last line of the lyrics.

Amidst the applause and cheers, he reached out and took the microphone off the stand. He waited for the enthusiasm in the audience to die down a bit before he stood up, smiled, and slowly spoke:

"Good afternoon, everyone. We are the Lost Band."

"Two songs in a row. The first is our original song, um, 'Summer Time Record.' The second is 'Blue Bookmark' by 'Galileo Galilei.' Both songs today are themed around summer. I wonder if you like them?"

A little cheering from the audience caught his attention, and he smiled and waved his hand in the direction of the sound.

"The rainy season has just passed, and the weather is getting warmer, so I chose summer songs..." He couldn't help but laugh at this. "It's natural to have such an association. But actually, that's not why I chose these two songs."

"——'Shadow of Spring'."

"..."

Gao Songdeng suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The man on the stage lowered his gaze slightly, as if recalling something:

"This is an original song by a band I really like. They just had their first performance at RiNG last month... Even though they were just a fill-in band, the lead singer's rich emotional performance is still unforgettable to me."

"Spring shadow, spring sunshine——"

The man let out a long sigh.

"Melting away in the plum rain, only to be replaced by midsummer... Haha, don't get me wrong, for those who haven't heard this song, let me explain briefly: it's a song that tells a beautiful story, not as sad as this sentence sounds. But now that summer has arrived, I still can't help but think of it this way."

“If the sun stayed in spring, if the plum rain never stopped.”

"And what if, 'Haruhi Shadow' never came in the first place."

"Will midsummer no longer symbolize the blue sky after the rain, but rather a scorching heat so blinding it can make people disappear?"

"Just thinking about these things—"

The man was silent for a while.

His breathing was clear and almost panting, as if an unusually heavy burden was being carried on his shoulders.

But he still raised his heavy arm and put the microphone back on the stand.

The faded smile seemed to have evaporated under the blazing summer sun. Leaving behind that overly delicate face was an expression as fragile as glass, as if deeply sorrowful.

"Please listen."

He whispered in a deep voice:

“<I want to be your god.>”

jingle……

The song begins with almost mournful chords.

The man lowered his head and lightly tapped the bass strings, replacing the drum beats with a low, muffled sound.

Then he took a deep breath.

"'If only my songs about life could make you appreciate life.'"

"'If only my songs about family could make you appreciate love.'"

"When you say that, what you really want is just some resonance."

"I almost became an ordinary person overwhelmed by desire..."

He raised his head.

On that extremely solemn face, a pair of azure eyes lit up with starlight.

“—That’s me.”

The petite girl frantically played the strings in the deliberately blurred light.

Amidst this somewhat piercing sound, the man's singing voice suddenly rose in pitch, as if covered with a veil.

"Sing because you feel pain. Sing because you feel sadness. Sing because you want to live."

"It's just a collection of self-centered people."

Boom, boom, boom, boom. The heavy bassline rushed from the distant background to the front stage.

"Songs like this can't save anyone!"

"...But, me."

The man who was playing the footsteps also gritted his teeth and raised his head:

"I really want to be your god!"

“——————.”

"How can such a song heal your festering wounds?"

……tinnitus.

"Even if I hold you tightly in my arms and scream, how can that change the reality?"

Very strong, tinnitus-inducing.

"I guess I'm the only one who feels happy when listening to this kind of randomly roaring music!"

…Ahhh.

"I just want to empathize. But I also want to save you..."

The man had a ferocious expression in the dim light.

"I feel so powerless."

"I feel so powerless."

"I feel so powerless."

"I feel so powerless."

"I feel so powerless..."

The overly gorgeous guitar melody throws the broken notes high into the sky.

Gao Songdeng just stared blankly at the flying pieces of paper.

In order to prevent myself from straying from this world

[I am with everyone, but I feel like I am alone]

From notes to notes, and from notes to notebooks.

"I used to use this notebook."

Dancing in the spring breeze and settling in the plum rain.

Then, snap.

"You are the one who should practice more."

It fell to the ground, splashing up spring mud.

Buried into scars.

……

"The scars are mottled and peeled off and formed into scabs"

"Who do you want to talk to? This sounds like a stupid story."

The man grinned widely.

The smile was so sad.

"'You saved me,' 'I'm starting to want to live,' and so on."

“…Ahh, that’s how it is.”

"The change is thanks to you, that's great."