The lights in the theater came on, and no one stood up beside him. The only paper towel stuck to my face, it was wet. His vision was blurred to the point where he couldn't read the subtitles, and there was a sharp point in his heart, which was strangled and breathless.
When I got home, the room was empty. The little milk cat I picked up on the road last night slept all day, and is still sleeping now, and the other four are lying on their stomachs lazily. Eat a bowl of instant noodles and listen to the song "The empty room" in the OST repeatedly
Recently, there has always been a feeling that everything has come to an end, "the vast white land has fallen, it's really clean."
I can't tell whether this movie is warm or cruel. When I watched the scene at the seaside, I remembered the last time I was in Kamakura, walking and walking aimlessly. I met a grandma at a corner and sat at the intersection. . Just sat with her for a long time, then she got up, I turned to cross the bridge, and the sea suddenly appeared.
A middle-aged man with a briefcase walked from one side of the beach to the other in 20 minutes.
The family raised a charcoal fire to roast corn, and a few children were running around and making noise.
There are sails and seagulls in the distance, and on the other side of the beach, there are long sun-dried fishing nets.
That picture is engraved in my mind, and somehow I always think of it.
Suddenly, after watching the thief's family, I understood that this feeling was originally called, seeing death as home.
There used to be such a quilt, get into it, and the world will warm up.
That will never happen again.
So death is just a way of returning, returning to the place where it came from the first. Forget all this and me.
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