00:01I run a small bicycle shop in a shopping district along the coast.
00:04Yes, it's a shop I inherited from my late father.
00:06My daughter Nanami was living with my ex-wife when she was two years old, but
00:10After much deliberation, I won the sword.
00:12Nanami always sits on the stool in front of the shop, humming a tune.
00:16there was.
00:17On the second floor of the shop, Nanami gave me the misshapen rice balls I had made.
00:21He devoured it without a single complaint.
00:22The nori (seaweed) always peels off from the edges, and grains of rice fall onto the tatami mat.
00:26It fell.
00:26Even so, Nanami said that her dad's rice balls were delicious.
00:30I wasn't good at talking about hair, but I still tried to make it look feminine somehow.
00:34I wanted to do it, so I secretly asked the landlady next door how to do it.
00:37I've also been taught that.
00:38By the window on the second floor, amidst the scent of the sea and the gentle sound of waves, with my arm as your pillow.
00:43Then Nanami fell asleep.
00:44In that blissful moment, I forgot all my pain.
00:48No matter how trivial the matter, just hearing Nanami's voice was enough to bring me comfort.
00:52A bicycle is hanging in the corner of the shop.
00:54The rusty used instrument was repaired, repainted, and only the bell was replaced with a new one.
00:58did.
00:59On the day the assembly was completed, Nanami's eyes lit up, and Nanami's, and small
01:03I heard it.
01:04"Yes," I replied, and she jumped for joy.
01:07She asked if I was going to wear a yukata to the Hamakaze Festival.
01:11The Hamakaze Festival is a small festival held once a year in this small town.
01:15At the Kana Bon Odori festival,
01:16The old recorded song of Hamakaze Ondo is carried on the sea breeze,
01:21It reaches every corner of the shopping street.
01:22Nanami was trying her best to memorize the song.
01:27In the greasy shop, my 5-year-old daughter's cute, lisping voice
01:31Listening to their singing voices was the greatest happiness for me.
01:34Then one day, I put oil on my bicycle chain and turned my back on it.
01:38time,
01:38Turning around, Nanami slipped off her chair and rolled into the dirt floor.
01:42I was in a predicament.
01:42No matter how much I called out to her, no matter how much I tried to lift her up, she wouldn't open her eyes.
01:46It was.
01:46As the ambulance was carrying the child away, I held her tiny hand.
01:51I kept holding it the whole time.
01:52His hands were still warm.
01:55But there's no effort put into it anywhere.
01:57I stood there, motionless, in the white corridor of the hospital.
02:01As the doctor shook his head, the floor beneath my feet slid smoothly.
02:04I felt like it had vanished.
02:06Later, the doctor told me that the direct cause of death was a heart attack.
02:09I was told.
02:10This child has never suffered from even a minor illness like a common cold since birth.
02:14That healthy child suddenly collapsed without any warning.
02:17Both the hospital and the police apparently found it suspicious.
02:20I received a request for a "circumstance-based" response when it was my daughter Tsuyame's turn.
02:24Now, I can barely remember what I was asked and what I answered.
02:28I don't remember at all.
02:29However, an old fluorescent light on the detective's desk was buzzing.
02:33Just that I was there,
02:34I remember it strangely clearly.
02:36As I listened to that sound, I repeatedly thought to myself, "This is real."
02:40I was telling myself that.
02:42On the day of the funeral, Nanami's cheeks were no different from when she was sleeping.
02:46It wasn't there.
02:46Even at that time, I still couldn't believe it; a feeling of disbelief weighed heavily on my heart.
02:51It hurt, but no tears came.
02:53Nanami is about to open her eyes and wake up, saying "Dad."
02:56Because I had a feeling it would go up.
02:58But Nanami didn't open her eyes.
02:59If there is a God, why did He suddenly stop the time of such a young child?
03:04Did you meet the criteria?
03:04I just couldn't understand it.
03:07Some time has passed since then, and it's that time of year again for the Hamakaze Festival.
03:11I lowered the shop's shutter halfway and stood alone in the darkness.
03:15He was sitting there.
03:16In the empty shop, only the smell of oil wafted as usual.
03:20He had put it all into it.
03:20The tools, the bicycle, everything was still there, just as it was yesterday.
03:24there were.
03:24The only thing that had changed was that she wasn't there anymore.
03:28Then, the Hamakaze Ondo song started playing from the street.
03:32The festival continues as if nothing happened, even after that child is gone.
03:36Deep in my ears, that silly song suddenly became clear.
03:40I changed my mind.
03:41The moment that passage came back to me, I raised my voice like a child.
03:45I burst out crying.
03:46With oily hands covering his face, he looked at the half-closed shutter.
03:49Inside, I cried and cried and cried.
03:52I even thought to myself, "Can a man my age really cry like that?"
03:56Even so, I just couldn't stop.
03:59Crying, I called out that child's name over and over again.
04:03Yeah.
04:04No one answered.
04:05Only the festival songs continue to play silently in the dark storefront.
04:09That was the case.
