The memory of lull -凪の記憶-
It is said that there was a time of darkness when people feared evil spirits of rivers and mountains and turned to God.
”The dawn of the Renaissance, when humanity was restored.”
The fantastic accompaniment of the choir would have praised the freedom of the people.
The dull glow of metal lies dormant behind a strict guard.
I wonder if the organ is still there with the same feeling.
The low, heavy sound of a car passing by outside. Only one pipe seemed to resonate.
I watched the faintly colored light of the sun shining through the window.
I waited for the echo once more.
A slight tremble brought in the calm.
I wondered what it would praise for ...now.