The wind blew through the green grass, and a monster that I met when I was young tied Natsume to the field. Madara's disappearance seems to be the beginning, but it allows Natsume to enter the realm of the field, the sealed memory, and the bond with the monsters. After all, they still leave indelible traces in the wind. . . . . . (I originally wrote this article because I saw a call for essays on music on a post bar. At that time, I felt that the street where the wind lived was quite suitable for Natsume, so I chose this song to write. This article can be said to be based on my understanding of the music. Times have changed, things have changed, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the things left in the wind)
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