Yume No Kuni Chapter 1

It's a horror that cannot be called horror.

Suddenly, I was in front of the merry-go-round.

Although some of the light bulbs had run out in some parts, they still shine in the darkness of night, It was very beautiful. Faded horses that no one had ever ridden, it was lonely, yet nevertheless it revolved energetically.

"Hey, let's ride together."

Suddenly, I heard a voice next to me.

Though there shouldn't have been anyone there before, at some point in time, a little girl stood next to me.

Her height was about the same as mine.

No, I shouldn't be that low.

I am supposed to be, no longer a child but, as I saw my palm, like autumn leaves, it was that of a child.

[TL Note: I think the "like autumn leaves" is how the pattern of a child's hand looks like… you know the lines in our hands, something like that.]

I think back upon whether she was my friend. That girl who is she? As I tried to ask that…

"You'll ride with me?"

Smiling, she held out her hand towards me. I accepted it.

Though I was quite perplexed, now that I think about it this girl… wasn't she quite strong?

(TL: 意外と強い力に困惑するが、彼女は確か力が強くはなかっただろうか。If you have a better way to translate it let me know.)

Confused by an uncertain memory, I pulled her hand and got on the carriage rather than the horse.

[It has been a long time wasn't it? How many years has it been? How have you been Yumi?]

To her who smiled, I found myself at a loss for words trying to answer her questions.

No matter how you look at it, she's in her seven or eight's…

Even though, in my memory I was already past 20.

It was quite strange.

She, She is -

As I tried to remember, I suddenly suffered a severe headache.

[Are you okay?]

She looks at me with an worried look, I answered that I was alright.

I can't even remember her name.

But, it is awfully nostalgic.

And, it feels sorrowful.

She must be, by all means an important person.

[I'm fine, I'm sure It'll get better when we play together.]

Seeing her smile as dazzling as the sun, immediately I felt a sense of déjà vu.

Ah, that's right. This smile, is the smile I loved.

[…That's right. I'm sure you'll get better.]

As the scenery revolves, her smile.

To the disconnected music, there is no such flow of a foolish love story.

(TL: 途切れ途切れの音楽に、流れるような他愛も無い話。 I don't know… It's hard can someone tell me what it is, is it some kind of idiom? j.a.panese proverb or something?)

Even though, I tried to remember. It was strange to say that I only remember that she was a very important person.

We did not go anywhere, just looking at the turning scenery, and as our conversation had ceased we drew close.

(TL: It's hard!!! Waaaaah!!! 私達は、回る景色をひたすら眺めながら何処へも行かず、ただ何時の間にか会話すら止めて寄り添っていた。)

She was ghastly cold.

Even though It looks like I'm wearing short sleeve, I am wearing long sleeves.

(TL: It just means that when she turned young again the short sleeves she was wearing became long sleeve or something because of age difference and body construct. Or something close to that, or maybe im just speculating… haa… I've read the whole thing and it is quite a touching story… well, for me that is read it until the end.)

It's as though she was a ghost, and secretly she laughed a little lonely.

[What shall we do next?]

Because it has been such a long time, I did not think deeply about wanting to play a lot, I was led by the hand by the girl and went out of the carriage.