1st movement: your hair
Over the course of the time we spent together, I realized that I was always chasing after you.
As I walked behind you, I witnessed your every movement and trait clearly. I grew to love your golden locks that shone under the sunlight.
When we first met, your hair was tied up in a high ponytail that swung from side to side with a "swish-swish" sound when you turned your head. As you pulled me forcefully along to my purgatory and paradise, your hair flew in the wind in a way that only enhanced your beauty. Bits of cherry blossom petals were caught in your hair, but they fluttered free like ballerina dancers and fell to the ground, joining the other petals that lined the grounds next to the cherry blossom trees.
Usually, your beautiful, long hair cascaded over your back like a waterfall. Its waviness was reminiscent of the ocean, calming and relaxing, and so unlike the abyss I was familiar with. As you lifted a hand to tuck a piece of your hair back behind your ear with a soft smile, I was able to stare at one side of your face, and every single time, my heart raced in a way it never did before.
I didn't think you could get any more beautiful, but then you decided to step onto the stage. The stage lights shone brightly, highlighting your presence itself. A pure, white dress you wore, and you stood on the stage in your pink heels. Your hair was clipped back with a single flower pin that had the same color as your heels. In one hand, you gripped your treasure.
Your hair flew as you played the violin to your heart's content. You moved with such grace and emotion that your radiance blinded me. Your hair was like strands of gold from the heavens, and I felt so blessed to have been able to stay beside you.
That, however, didn't last for long.
As the days passed, your neat hair grew matted, and what was once a brilliant golden faded into a pale blonde. The ends of your golden strands started to split and look so fragile. They lost their shine and vibrancy, and it pained me endlessly to see its color fade day after day. Soon, they started to fall, leaving you and causing you more pain.
However, the moment you stood up once again and played the violin conjured up in thin air, I realized that you never lost any of your beauty. Just like before, your hair flew uncontrollably, freely, as you played. Your hair was wet with sweat as you finished, and when you fell into my arms, it tickled my hands slightly.
You may have lost your golden hair, but that didn't change your beauty.
The you standing amidst the snow was beautiful.
I've always wanted to write something for Your Lie in April, which is one of my all-time favorite anime. It's just such a heartbreaking story that I love so much. The chapters and the summary of this story takes the first line of lyrics of a song by Aimer called "Re:far", which is the song I used in a Your Lie in April AMV I made before. I hope you liked this, and are anticipating more to come.
~nxiro