Roman 8

P119.
With my outstretched hands, I’ll accept it…again. To see you off…

Monica: Lalala…
La
Lala…

Lyrics: This melody that you loved so much…
A harmonica sounding towards the sky…
A canvas at the windowsill, embraced by angels
…hey…is that scenery painting...beautiful?

P120.
Girl: Monica!

Girl: Running errands?
You’re about to go back, right?
Monica: Hmm

Girl: I heard that Marian’s mama will be making some sweets!
We’re going to ask her to teach us
Monica, you coming?
Monica: Ah…
I have something to do

P121.

Girl: Eh~~~~?
Monica: When I get back
I still have some work to do at home

Girl: Oh, really…
Girl2: Monica, you a single child?

Monica: Huh

Girl: I’m going to have a little brother soon!
Then I’ll force him to do everything!
Girl2: What a horrible sister

Girl: Hey, make sure you come next time!
Monica: Okay
Girl: It’s a promise!
Girl2: See ya, Monica!

P122.

Monica: I’m coming in

Loran: Big sis

Monica: Loran
Box: My little brother

P123.

Box: He had a seizure when he was very young
And ever since then, he was a caged bird
Monica: I brought something for you
Loran: It’s red!
Monica: You like red?
Loran: I do
The red of strawberries, the red of the sun

Box: The only ones that my brother ever saw were the doctor and his family
My brother didn’t know anyone else
Mother: I’ll go and arrange them
Keep talking

Loran: Yes, maman
Big sis, big sis!
Tell me about the city

Monica: Hmm…okay
I’ll teach you a song
Loran: A song?
Monica: Someone came to the public square…they let me listen to songs and stories…

Loran: I want to hear!
I want to hear
Monica: There, I’ll sing for you if you behave yourself
Box: My job is to deliver flowers
Box: To this room devoid of them

P124.

Monica: …something’s wrong
Loran: That was amazing!
Monica: It’s more like this…no, that’s completely wrong

Loran: Sing it one more time! One more time!
Monica: Wait
I’ll practice more next time
Loran: Eh-

Mother: ….Loran, it’s about time
Loran: Eh-, already? I want mor-
Monica: You’ve started coughing. I’ll come by again
That’s it for today

Loran: Okay…
I don’t want to hurt anymore

Loran: Big sis
See ya
Monica: Hmm

P125.
Box: I was scared

Box: Of my brother
Of the dimly-lit room
Of my mother, who wouldn’t leave my brother’s side…

Father: It’s going to be just you and daddy from now on
Can you be a good child?

Monica: When?

Monica: Till when?

P126.

Box: Maybe a few years…
Or even tomorrow…

Loran: cough…
cough
cough…

Mother: Loran

Loran: Hmm
I’m fine

P127.

Box: I deliver flowers…

Loran: They’re light blue today
Monica: You like them?
Loran: I love them the most!

Loran: The light blue of hydrangeas is the color of the morning's sky.
Monica: Your sister likes pink.
Loran: That's the color of dusk that only appears for a while.

Loran: Deep Blue
And purple
And pink
And orange
They're so pretty when they're side by side.

P128.

Loran: Hey
Monica: Hmm
Loran: Was Anri’s brother
“A child of winter”[Hiver]?

Monica: Why do you…
Loran: I heard it from the outside

Loran: A brother…so he’s a boy, just like me
I really wanted to meet him
Wonder if we’d have gotten along

Monica: Nobody can meet him
Nobody could
We didn’t even know if it was really a brother or a sister

Loran: Can I meet him when I die?

P129.

Monica: ….

Mother: Oh my, what were you talking about?
Monica: Ah….
Loran: Fufu

Loran: It was nothing

Box: That child
With his small body
Just how much did he truly understand?

P130.
No text

P131.

Loran: Wow
Your song today was the best of them all
Monica: Thank you

Loran: One more time
One more time
Monica: Don’t you get tired of the same song over and over?

Monica: What about mother[maman]?
Doesn’t she sing you anything?
Loran: Hmm…she used to sing for me before I sleep…

Loran: But…it wasn’t too good…
Monica: pft

Monica: That’s right,
That’s right
She was unbelievably bad
Loran: It sounds bad when you put it like that

Monica: Ha-
I’ve forgotten
Loran: Because you haven’t heard her for quite a while, big sis…

Loran: So I told her I could sleep even without songs

P132.

Loran: Because the bugs sing at night
And the birds sing in the morning, right

Loran: I know a lot

Loran: The frogs
The cicadas
The leaves
The wind
The rain
The light of stars
The sun in the sky
The snow
And the blossoming flowers
I can hear all their voices

Loran: Since there’s a full moon tonight…

Loran: I think you can hear the moon’s song too, big sis

P133.

Loran: Hm


Loran: Hmm?
My nose?

Loran: But

Loran: I love my big sis’ song the most

Monica: W-
What are you talking about…

P134

Text: Since there’s a full moon tonight
I think you can hear it too, big sis

Monica: I can’t hear anything
Loran…

Text: My mother broke down from the fatigue caused by nursing my brother

Text: In the end, me and my father took turns watching over my brother

P135

Loran: Big sis
Monica: Hmm?
Loran: Where’s maman?

Father: Wait, Isabelle!
Go back!!
Isabelle: Let go of me…
As his mother, I have to be at his side…
Father: That’s how you broke down in the first place!

Father: If you keep this up, you might be the first to…
Monica: She’s fine. She just had a slight case of flu.

P136

Monica: You should take care as well.
Come on, all the way up your shoulders.

Loran: I want to hear a song
Monica: …hmm, next time

Monica: Your big sis might be having a bad throat day as well

Monica: Are you lonely without maman? (Hm?)
Loran: I’m fine! …I am…
Monica: I see.

Monica: The same can’t be said for this person, though

Isabelle: …Lo

P137.

Isabelle: Loran!

Loran: Cough
Cough
Cough

P138.

No text

P139.

Monica: Are we born to suffer?

Monica: For what

Monica: That day
The one who taught me that song said
Box: Songs are stories

Box: Melodies of the trails left behind by people’s lives
I go around the world, gathering stories, weaving songs
Everyone has their own story
The ruler of a kingdom; a brave warrior

Box: And even a girl who goes through paths in the wilderness

Monica: What about that child, then?
Lying down in a dim room, not even knowing the scent of wind
That child, who simply waits for death in suffering…

P140.

Monica: Can a story[roman] be found there…?

Loran: Big
Sis

Monica: Hmm
What’s wrong?
You thirsty?
Loran: Hmm

P141.

Monica: Hmm?
Loran: So-
-ng
Monica: Song?
You want to hear a song?
Loran: N
No

Loran: I’ll

Loran: I’ll
Sing
So
Listen

Text: -that is

P142.

Monica: A melody I heard for the first time
A fragile voice that’s on the verge of being drowned out if I don’t pay attention

Monica: Loran’s song

Monica: Where was that song born from?

Monica: What did it gather before its birth?

P143

Monica: From
That world
You’re seeing…

Loran: Ah…

Loran: How beautiful

Monica: Rainbow…

Monica: It’s full of your favorite colors
Hey, Loran

Monica: Loran?

P144

Monica: Loran…

Monica: La…
Lala….
Lalala…
La…la…

Monica: La…la
La
Ugh

Monica: Ugh..
Isabella: It’s not your usual song

Monica: …it’s Loran
Loran made this song…
Isabella: Really
Can you teach it to us as well?

Monica: Okay..
(Did this person[mother]
Look like this)
Um
A-

P145.

Monica: Are you alright…?

Loran: Mother[maman]

Loran: Maybe it’s because I’m still young
Maybe I’ll forget it when I become an adult
Maybe I’ll forget it, when it’s overwhelmed and washed away by lots of memories
But I remember
Just from this one memory of mine

Loran: I can say it with pride

P146

Loran: Mother

Thank you

For giving birth
To me…

P147
Girl: Monica
It was a funeral…?
Who passed away…?

Monica: I had a brother

Girl: Um…is he called…
A “child of winter”?
Monica: No!

Monica: Loran
He’s called Loran
My brother’s name is Loran…

Lyrics: This melody

P148.

Lyrics: That you loved so much
A harmonica sounding towards the sky…
A canvas at the windowsill, embraced by angels
…hey…is that scenery painting...beautiful?

Niette: Big sis!
Who made that song?
How was it born?

Monica: For whom?
And for what…

P149.

Monica: Just like how you were born

Monica: I am Monica
And you’re?

Niette: Niette

Monica: I

Monica: I saw the most beautiful <<flame>>[light] in the world
Holding that flower to my chest
I’ll continue to sing…
For my brother[Loran]’s share as well