Have a Song on Your Lips (くちびるに歌を)

Did you see it?

This year's set song!

"Letter." It's so cool.

We'll start the new term rehearsal with it.

I can't wait to sing it.

You're the leader. You decide!

No need to do it now.

You'll be late.

I'm on my way!

Nazuna, don't run.

See you later!

Morning!

This is my home.

A tiny island in the Goto Islands, to the west of Nagasaki Prefecture.

Will I remember all this in 15 years' time?

That encountering a teacher...

drastically changed the course of our lives.

I'll cherish this story forever.

I'll write a letter so that I won't forget.

Dear Future Me...

Have a Song on Your Lips

Good morning!

What the?

Morning!

Sorry, Eri. We were still talking.

That's okay. Let's decide later.

Hey, hey, hey!

Morning, Chinatsu.

Did you know?

Ms. Matsuyama's substitute.

Yeah?

A university graduate and a pro pianist.

Who told you?

I can't tell you.

What's she like?

She's supposed to be really pretty.

Can't wait!

Morning, Mai.

Riku!

We're the same class again!

Yeah! Cool, huh?

Get off.

Lighten up.

Rejoice! Be happy!

You're so noisy. Be quiet!

And next.

To replace Ms. Matsuyama...

I want to introduce a substitute teacher.

Go ahead.

Hello. My name's Kashiwagi.

She's pretty.

"Have a Song on Your Lips"

Nothing changed, huh?

You didn't say.

You'd have backed out.

Of course.

Ms. Matsuyama!

How are you?

You're so big.

When?

Soon.

Can I?

Of course.

So big!

Wow!

Is it heavy?

It's a strain.

You were right.

Listen up.

Miss Kashiwagi will instruct the choir instead of me.

So pretty!

So cute!

Yuri.

The name's Kashiwagi. Okay?

Is she angry?

She looks it.

Yuri...

Is it true?

Are you a pianist?

Ah... you already knew?

That's amazing!

Miss Kashiwagi went to school here, too.

Like you.

Ask her anything.

So that means...

We were schoolmates.

Wow!

Nazuna.

Any new recruits?

I've sort of spoken to the new kids, but...

I see.

If that's so...

you know what we've gotta do.

I'm nervous.

Over here, Riku!

What is it?

Miss Kashiwagi.

Is that the choir?

Smile.

"Have a Song on Your Lips and Make It Joyful."

Let us sing together

With our minds as one

When we're sad

When it's tough

Let's sing

Let us sing out loud

Don't be embarrassed

Just sing

It will move your heart

It's a song for you

I will light up the world

With my song

I will light up the world

With a message of love

With a message of love

Do well in the contest.

You'll come and listen?

With the baby, I can't promise.

Okay, Yuri. They're all yours.

Right?

Okay.

Do well!

Yes.

Bye, Ms. Matsuyama!

Bye!

She looked well.

She really did.

Nazuna, let's go.

Look at that car!

Oh, wow.

It's so old.

It's made of scrap!

Does it work?

Will it start?

It's mine.

Hey!

Akio! He's here.

Were you here long?

Satoru's come to get me.

It's time to go.

You're here. Let's go.

Satoru!

Take this. It's for your dad.

See you.

Well done, Akio.

Well done, Akio.

Well done, Akio.

Satoru.

A new teacher came to school today.

She's tall and very pretty.

She's in charge of the choir.

The choir.

People sing.

Many people.

Together.

They sang like a church choir.

They sang like a church choir.

They sang.

You okay, Akio?

Miss Kashiwagi?

Her father worked for the fishing cooperative.

Grandma. Know anything about her?

She won a piano contest.

A famous one.

The rumor's true.

Her mother raised her.

Her mother died a while back, but she was very proud of her.

She made the newspaper.

Not that I've heard anything about her recently.

But I prefer Ms. Matsuyama. She's so kind.

Be quiet. It's time to eat.

I can't see.

Where?

What are you up to? Get out of here! Now!

How's it going?

If you need help with anything, just ask...

Hey, Nazuna!

What is this?

An application form.

But it's a boy's name.

Because a boy applied.

What's the problem?

We're a girls' choir, Miss.

Yes. But if he wants to join...

It won't do! Boys are noisy and...

The Prefecturals are coming up.

We won't make the Nationals.

Don't you get it?

You're not good enough to make the Nationals.

Your voice is too loud and your pitch is bad.

You can't hold a tune.

And your conducting has no vision.

But it's your job to make us better, right?

That's right. We'll practice on the weekends.

I've no intention of working weekends.

But go ahead and practice.

Another application.

"Application Form: Keisuke Mukai"

Not him!

Nazuna?