Once staring at the figure of a certain person at the crossroads, not you, just an elephant. A standing position, a smoking gesture, even a quarter profile, and then just can't stop staring. I think we will meet someday. But although the city is small, it still holds too many people. So, at a certain moment of the day, I just meet my own memories.
While watching this movie, I remembered the flower tree that bloomed at night by the roadside of the university. Ying white, delicate, as beautiful as snow, a fascinating stop in the dark. Later I learned that it was a cherry blossom, and I learned after watching the movie that the speed of its falling is 5 centimeters per second. None of the movies have a full plot, just bits and pieces, full of chattering monologues. The voice acting is so beautiful. But I think, this kind of movie is not for you. Only a hopeless emotional animal like me can fall into a deep depression from the first second, and then can't help but feel sad.
You don't know, my tears are low. It's just like this, a long journey on a snowy night, countless transfer stations, and countless waiting. Letterheads, bento boxes, hot tea, the clock pointing to 11 o'clock, and that's all, my eyes got wet. I can't remember the last time I took a pen to write a letter, but unfortunately never got a chance to write to you. If I were to pick up the pen now and tell it to you, what would I say? The more and more numbers are stored in the mobile phone, the fewer and fewer people can talk. Every name in my memory lost its color. If I miss you, in the end, I just think, facing the dim light of the TV screen, quietly changing the channel, and falling asleep when tired.
In the movie, I was reminded of my 14-year-old love, pure without even a single kiss. But it is the most cherished fragment in memory after many years. No more blushing just for one stare, one hand in hand. There will be no more teenagers' bicycles, carrying me, saying that they are going to the place where the sun sets. And I have never done a romantic thing for you, folding 521 gypsophila, or embroidering a lonely little boy. It was lost forever before I started to think about it. I was also that girl who had a crush on someone and waited a long time for an unexpected meeting. But I still haven't met you at the age I still believe in.
Like the teenagers in the movies, we all grew up. We have met, passed by together, and finally lost the ties for various reasons. We will fall in love with others, marry, and have a dull life. Maybe happy, maybe just have to. Just after the separation, is it irrelevant or unforgettable? I'm not you, I don't know the answer to all this.
Winter in November is getting colder. Mom said to mail me a warm blanket. I watched this movie and thought of you, who I don't know where you are. Just wanted to say: you know what? It turns out that the falling memories also have speed.
No more, no less, just 5 centimeters per second.
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