➅th Letter Home ✉ [Video]
[Kiriko starts the video with one hand already strumming an old acoustic guitar, the same one he had been briefly fiddling with in his last broadcast. It looks slightly less broken than before, as he'd spent much time this month finishing its repairs. It's definitely not the best restoration job in the world, but it works. He plays a slow tune that we're going to pretend isn't anachronistic please, showing off the sound as he sings along under his breath. His voice has been well trained, but it's the music of the strings he cares about more than the words.]
So may the sun rise,
And bring hope where it once was forgotten.
Sons can be birds,
Taken broken up to the mountain.
[He stops and thinks, runs his fingers across the strings one last time. He hasn't played it since, well...
After a moment he stretches out his arms, offering the instrument to the screen.]
I wanted everyone to know that this guitar belongs to all of us. I found it a couple of months ago... I thought I'd wait until I was finished fixing it to give it out. I'm thinking of putting it somewhere on the eighth floor where everyone can use it. And if you don't know how to play, I could teach you.
[He sighs deeply.]
That includes Yukio... when he gets back. Someone let him know.
So may the sun rise,
And bring hope where it once was forgotten.
Sons can be birds,
Taken broken up to the mountain.
[He stops and thinks, runs his fingers across the strings one last time. He hasn't played it since, well...
After a moment he stretches out his arms, offering the instrument to the screen.]
I wanted everyone to know that this guitar belongs to all of us. I found it a couple of months ago... I thought I'd wait until I was finished fixing it to give it out. I'm thinking of putting it somewhere on the eighth floor where everyone can use it. And if you don't know how to play, I could teach you.
[He sighs deeply.]
That includes Yukio... when he gets back. Someone let him know.