*define 
;x-----------------------------------------------
;\ϸĥک`@ϥå
nsa
;clickstr "",2 
;ץ饰
;spi "jpgplgin.dll|jpg" 
;ե
effect 2,3,500
effect 3,10,1000
;ǥեȥե
;defaultfont "ͣ å"

;ҥ˥`
;rmenu "ɥ",windowerase,"`",save,"`",load,"",lookback,"ȥˑ",reset
rmenu "ı",windowerase,"浵",save,"",load,"־",lookback,"ص",reset
savename"Save","Load",""
savenumber 10

;ȥ
caption "Adagio--˺顿"

;˥`Щ`
*cust_menu
;resetmenu
;insertmenu "K",END
;insertmenu "`ȥ`",AUTO
;insertmenu "",SUB
;insertmenu "ե륹`",FULL,1
;insertmenu "ɥ",WINDOW,1
;insertmenu "O",SUB
;insertmenu "ե",FONT,1
;insertmenu "ƥ",SUB,1
;insertmenu "W",TEXTSLOW,2
;insertmenu "ͨ",TEXTMIDDLE,2
;insertmenu "٤",TEXTFAST,2

game
;xޤ---------------------------------------
*start
bg white,1
lsp 49,"17.jpg",210,180 :vsp 49,1 :print 3
delay 800 :csp 49 :print 3
goto *top

*top
bg "title.jpg",3

gosub *topwindow
;select "`",*st,"`",*ld

;ܥƥ
lsp 1,":l/2,0,3;start.bmp",240,260
lsp 2,":l/2,0,3;load.bmp",240,320

print 1
spbtn 1,1
spbtn 2,2

*loop

	btnwait %0

	if %0 == 0 goto *loop
	if %0 == -1 goto *loop

	if %0 == 1 goto *st
	if %0 == 2 goto *ld


*ld
csp -1
systemcall load
goto *start

*st
csp -1
gosub *window


; 㿴仰˵Ҫ޸ıõϵĽ顣
; ῴ\͡@šÿһλĩβҪһ
;ǡ@ʾʾһ仰ʱ֮ǰı
;ǡ\ʾʾһ仰ʱʷıͨҼ־鿴
;ÿһ仰ǰķֺűʾעͣϷвʾ

mp3loop "itsuka.mp3"
bg black,3
;  ˤ϶ΙCܤҤɤ\
;`  He was very hard of hearing.@
ܲá@

;  ˽θҙäƴ_J뤳ȤϤǤʤɡ
;`  Or so I thought, even though I couldn't exactly examine him to confirm that.@
ôΪġ@
˵ûָо@

;  ޤäΤʤȤϤʤ餷ΤǡaȤ`äŤʤ˼
;`  It wasn't that no voice could reach him at all; his dead stillness was not to be mistaken for the total death of sound.@
ȫ@
ļĬΪгš@

;  ʱˤ򡢽դʢ֤zࡣ\
;`  He was all that, and more.  And today, as always, he was surrounded by waves upon waves of applause. \
ˣҲֹڴˡ@
죬һһš\

bg "1.jpg",3

;  ΄ФǡˤһܤޤơI֤ˮƽˎڤƤ롣
;`  Standing at the center of the ampitheater, he twirled a pirouette, with his hands spread out for balance.@
վԲ̨룬쿪˫ֱƽ⣬Ȼһת@

;  ҊƤ롣
;`  He was staring into the heavens.@
ա@

;  Ϥơ
;`  His chin was lifted.@
°͡@

;  Ŀ]ơ
;`  His eyes were shut.@
۾@

;  ˡ
;`  The sound of clapping began softly, quietly.@
ء@

;  ֤򤽤μһĤ˸ФƤ뤫Τ褦ˡˤϤ˄ݤ٤gֹƤ
; `  And as if that applause went to the very core of his slender body, he remained in his stance for a brief moment.@
ǸƾֹһСᣬ·ϸһ㡣@

;  ˽ϤƤ롣
; `  I fixed my eyes on him.@
@

;  ΄̨齵ꤿˤҊλäǡ֤ĤȤ졢ӰƤ롣\
; `  He descended from the stage and stood right in front of me.  At that, my hands forgot even to clap.  All I was able to do was stare at him.@
̨վǰ@
˹ƣֻӰ\

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;̨ФӻˤҊȤϡ˸мΤä
;`It was like the world came to a standstill inside my heart, the very first time that I watched him dance at the center of the stage.@
һο̨ʱԵظж@

;äȾΤʤΤҹΤȤǡ֤ˤ롢lʹäƤʤСʃ΄ǡˤϤʤ䤫ФX䤫˸ߤӡ˽ҊƤ뤳ȤˤݸˡҤӻäƤ
;`He was probably practicing or something.  It was night, on the western outskirts of town, in a little amphitheater that no one was using.  He delicately stretched out his wrists, jumped up high with apparently no effort.  He danced with the utmost intensity, as if not caring that I was watching.\
ϰ֮İɡ@
һҹ߽һСԲξ糡ŵչֱۣɵظ߸Ծ@
ȫĵţȫûע⵽ڿš@

;˽Ϣ򤹤뤳Ȥ⡢ޤФ򤹤뤳Ȥ졢΄ӤĿ׷äƤ
;`I forgot how to breathe.  I forgot that stars were shining in the sky.  The only things that were in my sight, my focus, were his movements.@
ȴ˺Ҳȴ췱ǡ@
ҵĿֻ׷Ķ@

;ΤȤһꡣ
;`And then, a single drop of rain fell.@
ʱһ@

;餵褦ꡣ
;`The rain seemed to whisper softly.@
˿ɳɳ·ϸ˵š@

;ˤӻΤᡢ˿դҊϤ롣
;`He stopped his dance, and silently looked up at the sky.@
ͣ赸ա@

;Ϣ򤷤ʤ顢呤줿~̤
;`As he relaxed his shoulders, he wiped his forehead with a slender, trained wrist.@
żǶϸֱ۲˲ͷ@

;˽Ҥ˷ꡢ֤󤭤ä
;`I came back to myself, and clapped loudly.@
һعع@

;ζȤ⡢
;`Over and over, as hard as I could.@
ܣһһεš@

; ä衢यäɤ΄ӣ
;` "That was great, that was fantastic!  Are you from a troupe?"@
̫ˣ̫ˣǾų𣿡@

;ˤ귵ʤ
; `But, he didn't turn to look at me.@
ûлͷҡ@

;꤬ʤꡢʯ΄򼤤ġ
; `The rain fell harder and harder, beating fervently on the stones of the theater.@
ԽԽ󣬼ҵĴʯͷľ糡@

;ˤϡ녤L줿¤ηǤҊޤޡ
; `As for him -- it seemed like he was staring towards where the moon was, hidden behind clouds.@
ƺűڸסķ@

;˽̨ϤäƤμĤޤǡޤä˽˚ݸʤä\
; `I went onto the stage, and even laid a hand on his shoulder, but he entirely ignored me. \
̨ļȻȫûע⵽ҡ\

bg black,3

;SȤ޽ФƤ˽ϡˤ˳äƼҕ礬_褦ä
; `I thought I had felt my limits as a composer.  The encounter with him broke open those walls that I felt, shattering them into pieces.@
ڱƿȻʡ@

;ˤӻҊ뤿Ӥ˥󥹥ԥ`󤬜uɤ˽ФlѲΤäƕSV𤳤Τ׷Ĥʤ
;`Every time that I watched him dance became inspiration, swirling all about my mind.  Any melody was possible.  I couldn't keep up with all the music that he awakened inside me.@
ÿο裬оͬазڡ@
еɶ@
׷ϲлٶȡ@

;  Ǥ֤ҙAƤΤǡ⤹
;`  But my ears and hands could remember that music, such that I could compose it later.  So I no longer worried about it.@
ҵĶܼЩ£Ժ֯Ҳɢˡ@

;  󥵩`ȤϤ餫Ԓ֤ʤȤʤäǤϤǤ⥢󥸤Ǥ
;`  And I no longer worried about whether he noticed me, or whether he heard me.  Indeed, I stopped speaking altogether.  The performances were the important thing.  They were the only thing.@
Ҳپûע⵽ҡ˵ˡ@
Ҿʹȫס@
ݳҪҲΨһҪ¡@

;  ȤˤˤӻҊ뤿ӡ˽˶Ӱ푤򼰤ܤYФ
;`  For every time that I watched him dance, the effects would sweep and crash over me like a wave, and after it had gone, I would be clutching a grain of music.@
ÿο裬˳ϯһ㣬ҵһ˿ֵС@

;  񤬤
;`  I wanted to give him proper thanks.@
ϵĸл@

;  ˼ΤϡȻʤȤ
;`  Wasn't it natural to feel that way?@
ͷȻˡ@

;  ˤ϶ΙCܤ
;`  But, his hearing was weak.@
Ķ䲻á@

;  ˽ˤƤߤʤΤͬȤ
;`  Which meant that anything I said to him might as well have been entirely inaudible.@
ζŲ˵ʲôġ@

;  ¤ˣФ롢|΃΄ǤӻӋƤƤ餷äնΤϺΤ򤷤Ƥ뤫֪ʤ]_餷Ȥ򤷤ƤΤ򡢶Ҋ餤Ǥ롣\
;`  Twice a month he would perform in the East Amphitheater.  But I had no idea what he did on other days.  I saw him working as something like a a mailman two or three times. \
ÿ»ڶߵԲξ糡Ρ@
ҲƽʱЩʲôֻοʵԱĹ\

bg "4.jpg",3

;  ¤γƤҹϡ΃΄ӻäƤ褦ä
;`  Only when the moon was full would he come to the West Amphitheater to dance.@
ֻµҹȥߵԲξ糡衣@

;˽ϱˤΤT֪ꡢ֤һڤդФ뤽Έ؎׶Ȥ⸰ӵĤʾҊ
;`I knew his habits.  So I went, countless times, to the places where the space felt the most open, watching the fluid calmness of his movements.@
˽ϰߣǰǸռĵطȥˡ@

;ΤϡʯߵX䤫ѥ
;`The only thing I could hear was the light tapping of shoes on stone.@
ΨһģֻЬߵʯͷϵ@

;ˤӻȤSʤ
;`He danced without any accompaniment.@
ʱûκΰࡣ@

;ϖ|΃΄ӻȤͬä
;`When he danced in the East Amphitheater, he didn't use music either.@
ڶߵľ糡ʱҲˡ@

;˽ϱˤΤ˺ä˚ݸƤϤ᤿
;`I'd composed so many pieces for him, but once I realized how useless they would be to someone who already held the necessary music inside of him, I stopped doing so.@
Ϊӣʶһֵ˶ԣЩӺʱұֹͣĴ@

;һɤСˤˤ񤬳\
;`What in the world should I do in order to show my thanks? \
Ҿлأ\

bg black,3

;  ⤦ν֤x롢ȤȤΤϡĤһդҹä넡ˤĤơȤʤν֤ޤФȤäȤơν֤ˤŤΤ_˱ˤ˶סƺϤʤ\
;`  Just last night, I'd heard that they were about to leave.  The troupe was supposedly going to a neighboring town.  Once they did so, would they ever wander here again?  Given the lifestyle of a traveling troupe, that seemed unlikely. \
˵Ҫ뿪ˡ@
˵Ҫȥ@
ǻ@
ǵѲؾŵϰߣӦòˡ@

;  ˮƽӤ]롣
;`  His arms were outstretched, and he brought them together at the wrist.@
˫ԭչȻ£@

;  ͤδݤˤؤx뤳Ȥ֪äƤ롣
;`  I could see that everyone in the audience was rising and giving him a standing ovation.@
ܿйڶվΪơ\

bg "2.jpg",2

;  Qֹޤʤ֡
;`  The clapping sound was unending.@
òϢ@

;  ˤζˡޤ줤ƤΤ
;`  Could he hear, with his ears, such tremendous applause?@
ö䣬@

;  l⤬ˤӻ򾲤ҊƤ
;`  Everyone had watched his dancing in silence.@
˶ؿ衣@

;  l⤬ˤ򤫤ä֤ߵ
;`  And everyone was clapping their hands for him.@
˶Ϊơ@

;˽Ϥ񤬤ä
;`I had wanted to thank him.@
Ҫл@

;ɡϳʤä
;`But it couldn't be done.@
û@

;s򤷤
;`I had only made a promise:@
ֻһŵԡ@

;̨ϡӻĤƤȡ
;`Here, the last stage on which he would dance for me, I would give him a song for his dance.@
Ϊһ̨֧ϣҪΪ赸һӡ@

;ˤ̨Ϥ˽Ŀ򤱡ä֤
;`From there up on the stage, he looked at me and slowly extended his right hand.@
վ̨ϣĿתң֡\

bg "3.jpg",3

;ͤҕФ롣
;`The spectators' eyes were all fixated on us.@
ڵĿⶼ۽ϡ@

;֤lȤʤֹǤ
;`Everyone stopped clapping, even though it seemed that they didn't know why.@
˶ֹͣ˹ƣƺ֪Ϊʲô@

;̨|ä\ʥɥԥΤϯϤꡢ˽ϱˤΤȤؤMǤ\
;`I stood from my seat at the black grand piano at the side of the stage, and began approaching him. \
Ҵ̨ߺɫǸǰλȥ\

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;ˤϤĤΤ褦ӻä
;`He'd only danced as he always did.@
ֻƽһ衣@

;˽֤ˡĤ
;`And I'd written and performed a tune independently of that.@
Ϊһӡ@

;Τȡ
;`That's all there was to it.@
˶ѡ@

;ˤʤäɤʤ֪ʤʤȤϷ֤ʤ
;`Whether or not it had really been a proper gift, I didn't know.  I would never understand such a thing.@
Ҳ֪Ƿһǡл@
ԶҲŪװɡ@

;ΤϡˤЦ
;`Only two things were certain: his smile.@
Ψȷģ@
Цգ@

;ơ٤ӎ𤳤ä~
;`And the first and last words he spoke to me, up on that stage.@
̨϶˵ĵһ仰Ҳһ仰@

;˽̨ФǡդˤƤ֤ФƤ
;`As we stood there, the applause that flowed over us seemed like nothing more or less than the sound of the rain.@
վ̨룬ˮӿ@

;ĻΤʤϡĤޤǤK椲줺ˤ
;`The stage had no curtain, so there could be no such thing as a curtain call.  But even so I knew.@
糡ûĻҲԶӭлĻ@
ˣҲס@

;̨ۤ򽵤줿ΤϡդĺƤΤȤä
;`  For the setting of the sun was one and the same as the last footstep of the lead performer as he stepped off the stage.\
̨֮ʣĺʱ֡\

bg black,3
 
goto *top
reset

;ƥȥɥȫʾ
*window
textoff
textclear
;setwindow 20,20,29,20,20,20,0,2,20,0,1,#777788,0,0,640,480
setwindow 20,20,34,20,18,18,0,2,20,0,1,#777788,0,0,640,480
erasetextwindow 1
return

;ȥ뻭
*topwindow
setwindow 260,300,23,16,26,26,0,2,20,1,1,#ffffff,0,0,639,479 
erasetextwindow 1
return
