I confessed to a crazy girl, and she loved me and loved me and loved me.

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I confessed to a crazy girl, and she loved me and loved me and loved me.

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This is a soliloquy.

It talks a lot on its own.

I can see it.

Hey, why can't you see it?

Shut up. I'll kill you.

No, please don't.

My bad.

Ah, I hear it today. I hear it.

I hear a lot of things I don't want to hear, a lot of things I don't want to hear.

The finger points to men, women, everyone, classmates, children on the street, adults, and even that unfamiliar shape.

Everyone points at me and laughs. Laughing. Laughing.

Index finger, back finger, glance, glance.

What's funny.

I'm not crazy at all.

Huh, it's hot and humid. Summer is over. Winter is next.

A cold, cold winter is coming.

Oh, it's so noisy. Why do we have to make up for the noisy moments so much?

Let's sleep.

Let's sleep today.

The dream world is my world.

No one gets in the way.

No one's interference.

Yes, that's all it is anymore.

My

Sometimes I dream.

Mountains in the distance, rice paddies nearby, and a crying brown-eared bulbul.

The world is turning red.

I am alone. Just one.

Not waiting for anything, just looking somewhere, such a dusk world.

But it's kind of strange.

It's a single shadow scene, but I can't help but feel like someone is there.

Unidentified is scary.

But that something is not scary.

Someone is staring at me with no sense of murder or hostility.

Such a dream. Such a dream. Such a dream.

Who is it? Someone is shaking my shoulder.

Yuri. Swaying. Swaying. The body.

How many hours have passed since then?

Dazzling orange color.

Oh, I don't recognize him.

Where Who.

Don't talk to me.

Persistent. Persistent.

What are you talking about?

There is no one here. No one.

Ah, no, I was there.

Yes, that's it.

The end of the beginning.

We are happy for you.

Likes. Oh, yeah. You like it.

What on earth are we talking about?

I like it. I like you. He's a man of strange words.

Description...

No, it's still good.

They gave me a piece of paper.

I like it. Please start with your friend. Phone.

It is said that.

You idiot. Who are you? Who are you?

How could he leave without even saying his name?

Why, why me?

It had to be me, didn't it?

It's dull. Dull, dull, dull.

Let's go home now.

Which way is home.

It's night. It's nighttime.

Don't always come in the morning, noon and night.

Maybe it's time to start bothering.

Boredom. Boredom.

I'm bored.

Something, something, something different.

Things that do not change.

Give me, give me, give me.

To me.

There it was. A scrap of paper written in clumsy letters.

I guess I'm as far as I'm going to fall if I'm going to hang on to something like this.

I've never been up there.

But, yeah, it's good. Sometimes.

Yes, so much for monologue. The monologue of Yoritomo Iemori.

There is not a hair's breadth inside.

I must have wasted a lot of time. I'm sure he had a lot of free time on his hands.

But you, who have heard so much. You. You.

Only to you.

Thank you for knowing me.

That's just the way I feel.

This is my story.

In the scratch of a housekeeper Yochi, it might be tied with the head of joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure.

Lack lack deficient human being.

Hey, listen.

I'm not crazy for a second.

I just live my life as I am.

Believe me.

What do you believe.

I want you to believe only in me, even if the God of all things, who controls heaven and earth, should appear to you.

No?

I confessed to a crazy girl, and she loved me and loved me and loved me.

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Hello. My name is Yochi Iemori.

Who are you. Wrong person is annoying.

I'm hanging up. Good-bye.

Ah, heh, I'm not mistaken.

Heh, hmmm, yeah.

I'm going to ask you a straightforward question.

Do you like me? What do you mean you like me?

I don't understand it at all.

Can you explain from the first?

Yeah, yeah, ho. Heh.

I don't get it at all.

So, what?

Are you trying to tell me that you have that fondness for me?

Hmmm, why.

First of all, who are you?

I don't know your face or your name.

Is it a person to begin with? I'll hang up.

That's if you're not a person, right?

Huh, good. Yeah.

It's too much trouble to explain. It's all a hassle.

Talking to you, hearing your voice, everything. It's a pain in the ass.

Why am I doing this?

Hey, say something.

I have so much free time.

I called him because I was bored out of my mind.

Be thankful and apologetic at the same time.

I'm tired of talking.

Stop it. Stop. Stop. I'm hanging up. I'm hanging up.

You're persistent. You.

When I say I'm going to cut it off, I cut it off.

What is it?

Is it so funny that I said I would cut it off and I didn't?

Shut up, shut up. Shut up, shut up, shut up.

You're cocky. Very much so.

It pisses me off.

It pisses me off.

You piss me off. You piss me off so much.

Tell me your name. I'll imprint it in your head so you'll never forget it.

Okay, it's a hard name to remember, but it's okay.

And class. Ah, I remember.

Huh? You were a senior?

Well, well, well, excuse me.

Huh, you are very generous.

Impressive.

Shut up. I told you I'm hanging up now.

What's wrong with me, why don't I hang up?

Hey you, no, senior. Tell me.

Why am I talking like this?

Huh? What is this? What, what is it?

Oh, no. Wait a minute. Don't hang up.

Hey, you don't hang up.

Yes, calls. Calls.

Please leave it as it is.

Just give me a minute.

I'm starting to lose my mind.

Which is real: me, myself, or me.

No, maybe it's all real.

One senior, one senior. Okay. One person.

It is lonely to be alone.

I understand.

Me too.

Hey, hey. Why don't seniors laugh?

Oh, no. Anything.

There are people like you.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

What? Now me.

Hey, now me.

I'm going to crack my head open... I'm going to hang up this time.

I wonder if they will come tomorrow.

Tomorrow yes, can I call you again at night?

Yeah, yeah, I will.

Huh? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, sorry.

I confessed to a crazy girl, and she loved me and loved me and loved me.

Products

He's going crazy--
Everyone had such an assessment.
Her name is Yochi Yamori.
I didn't know him, and had only heard of his notoriety.

But I found myself fascinated.
Her glossy black hair, her languid face.
Sensing something inimitable, I approached her with a blunt piece of paper in my hand.

Yochi-chan, who is widely rumored to be insane, and I talk with her,
This is a bit of a strange story with calls on the phone.
Enjoy your time with her, who does not even understand the feelings of love and fondness.

Contents:.

1. katata takiken......8:59

2.Sukitte itte switch......6:44

3. Nyan Cat, Wan Wan, Pyon Pyon・Mae ......13:10

4. Nyan Cat, Wan Wan, Pyon Pyon, After ......13:39

5. Yamoriechi......8:54

6. spider......4:48

7. Waiting Under the Bake's Skin (theme song) ......4:07 *Please note the volume! The sound is louder than the original version!

8. Free Talk......4:10

Total ......1:04:34

Production (titles omitted):.

Casting:.

Yochi Iemori (CV. Kaede Sawahata)

Illustration by

(salted) butter

Theme song composed and arranged by

teruny

Lyrics

cloud sand (sand collected from the ocean floor, as opposed to that which is used as an ingredient in concrete)

Sound Effects:.

On-jin ~On-jin
Sound Effects Lab

Planning and script:.

cloud sand (sand collected from the ocean floor, as opposed to that which is used as an ingredient in concrete)

I confessed to a crazy girl, and she loved me and loved me and loved me.

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