seek - 凡人水族園 [Chapter 52]
Chapter 52 / The ordinary person’s whereabouts
The countless white feathers we looked up to wrapped us up as we announced our end.
On May 7, 2006, Psycho le Cému stopped its activity.
Seven years ago, I was enticed at last to join (the band) by D’s humanity, by Lida-san whose dream was painted in his heart in which yearning lyrics and melodies echoed, by AYA-kun and YURA-sama, the two classmates, who said “This is going to be terrific, isn’t it?”, jumping into the band-world with self-confidence and without too much guarantee (that it will work out), absolutely wanting to keep it going. From the beginning we were a disjointed five-man-group with opposite ideas concerning the band and the music; in any case we had various conversations in these seven years. We were not only friends, we were not only colleagues at work, under the name Psycho le Cému we were tied together by a strong, marvellous bond that made us be closer to each other than we were to our families. We were the ones in Psycho le Cému who were seen, who were heard, who made others feel something. And all this was more delightful than anything else. During these seven years we were warmly touched by the innumerable meetings we had with so many people. When we felt puzzled by contradictions and complications obstructing our way, we were able to advance because everybody believed in us. When we were unable to put our feelings into (spoken) words, we communicated them [the feelings] through our songs. We received so much love from everybody, we were unable to hold it all in two hands.
To the quiet piano of REMEMBRANCE we descended Psycho le Cému’s stage. Everybody’s singing voices could still be heard backstage, so I went back to the side of the stage again. From there I could see our costumes, illuminated. That was when I wanted the time to come to a halt. And even when an announcement [that everything is over] was broadcast in the hall, the voices still continued echoing loudly. Slowly the curtain fell. This moment marked the end of Psycho le Cému, at least that’s what my heart’s feelings told me. Many ‘thank yous’ could be heard. And I burst into tears.
I won’t forget everyone’s experiences. I won’t forget the view from the stage and the fluorescent sticks. I won’t forget the tears and the smiling faces. I won’t forget what the five of us created on stage, the songs, the memories and Psycho le Cému. If I listen carefully, I can still feel the voices singing REMEMBRANCE burn in my heart.
D、Lidaさん、AYA君、YURAサマ、本当にありがとう。
(Reading this still makes me sad, even after all this time. And I don't even want to know how much it must hurt him still.)