This cartoon reminds me of "Voice of the Stars" to some extent. The colors of the pictures are so light and bright, it feels like late spring and early summer. It's just that this cartoon is more cryptic and narrative is more...broken.
A friend told me that he never understood what this cartoon was about. In fact, I didn't understand it too well before. I thought it was three stories. But it's actually a story, isn't it?
When we were young, whether it was the pure love in our hearts or our goals in life, each of us had such a firm will to stick to it - what is the distance, I can go to the Shinkansen to see you, right? We can apply to the same high school and the same university, right? But life is not a fairy tale, and beautiful princesses are not always saved by princes. Although the tone of the film is bright, there is a hint of dullness, and the color is too transparent. Just like our young heart, it cannot withstand any blow, so this is not a wonderful cartoon.
Some things we can't change.
Even if we were admitted to the same school, we couldn't stop the family's will; even if I calculated the most accurate time for changing trains, we could not predict the impact of the weather. When he came to her station, it was already midnight, and he was depressed, thinking that the good expectations and his promises were gone, but in the lonely waiting room, he saw her lonely figure warming up in front of the stove. Oh, I think if I were him, I wouldn't be able to tear myself away... Maybe everyone has had this experience, we'd rather spend a few days on the road, even if it's only a few short hours together , but the feeling of happiness at the moment is irreplaceable and unforgettable. In your imagination, you stand in front of me with long hair. The big cherry tree you mentioned in your heart turned out to be like this. There seems to be endless things to say in your heart. It can be so warm... where there is gathering, there is separation. This is the eternal truth. You and I are blocked by the glass of the car door, it feels like centuries away. What I wanted to say came to my mouth, but was swallowed back again. Those unspeakable emotions were written into letters and wanted to give to you, but in the end I gave up. Why... At the moment, you may feel that everything is unnecessary, at the moment, you may feel that all confessions are superfluous, and at the moment, you may feel that... everything has become meaningless. The moment we gain, we start to lose.
Has it been a few years? We didn't go to the same high school as we agreed to, and the connection between us became less and less, I always have things I want to say to you, I always write them as text messages, I always choose to save rather than send, Habits are a scary thing. Get used to silence, get used to thinking, get used to pain, get used to keep you in your heart. No matter how deep our inner feelings for him or her are, when we are accustomed to face all the emotions by ourselves, when we are used to just turning our thoughts to the sky, the distance between us begins to fluctuate. Maybe we will no longer be in touch, maybe we will never see each other, but as long as I want, your heart will always lie in my arms, I think you and I have the same tacit understanding, I think this is why you and I Become the most familiar stranger.
The girl who secretly paid attention to me is a good girl, but I can't be with her, I know that I can't be with her in my heart, but I'm used to it, I just miss her and care for her. But for her, she was used to liking him silently, even though she knew that he cared about her in his heart. Habits, each of us has some stubborn, unchangeable habits. It is impossible to judge these habits with good or bad, these are just some habits, just the moles on the body.
When I was a child, I always felt that going to school was very hard, and I was eager to work quickly, but after work, I found that life became more empty. What is our ideal? What are our beliefs? In my heart, I have long forgotten the pure and wonderful dreams and expectations when I was young, and everything has become more and more ethereal and empty in reality. Just inadvertently, she turned to the letter she wrote to him when she was a child. She was still moved and sad, but we were powerless to face the reality. Or that we are used to being obedient rather than persistent. Although I love him or her, although he or she is the most beautiful and pure part of my heart. However, we will still get used to life without him or her, we will date different people, we will marry different people, we will sleep with different people... We know that life and love are separate, although I The one who loves is him or her, but life has to go on. This is life, and everyone lives like this, right?
What makes us so indifferent, what makes us so numb, what makes us so fragmented...
The beloved she is going to marry someone else, and the one who has a crush on him knows that he will never like her, but Still came to his city to continue his painful relationship, and he continued to sink in real life... It is another season of cherry blossoms falling, in the vast crowd, if we can really pass by, we will recognize it. each other? When you turn around, the train whizzes past, and you are gone.
The cherry blossoms are falling at a speed of five centimeters per second. When you realize the happiness you want to grasp, when you reach out to receive her, everything is actually too late.
One more time, one more chance, if there is still time, if there is still a chance, will you really choose the happiness you want to grasp without hesitation? Maybe not, maybe it will continue to sink, so this is why we always like to say that if there is an afterlife, it is not so much the best wishes as sustenance, but rather to open up for our own sinking.
However, I still don't want this kind of regret to happen to you. I hope you are happy, and I hope you hold the petal of happiness that belongs to you only in the palm of your hand.
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One More Time, One More Chance
What do I have to lose before my heart can be forgiven?
How much more pain can I have to see you again
One more time I don't want to see the change of seasons
One more time who used to play with you Time
, every time I have a dispute, I am the first to give
in. Your wayward character makes you more lovely
One more chance Memories stumble on my footsteps
One more chance I can't choose the next place I'm
always looking for the figure
opposite you In the window of the alley on the platform of the platform,
even though I know that you can't be there, if my
wish can come true, I want to be by your side right now, and
now I will never hold back in the slightest
.
Loneliness
actually doesn't matter who it is I can't deceive myself
in the night when the stars seem to fall
I'm always looking for you,
every crossroads, every dream,
even though I know you can't be there,
if a miracle will happen, I want to show you right away
, whether it's a new dawn, my future self,
or that sentence "I love you", which I couldn't say
before, the memories of summer revolve in my mind, and my
heart disappears in an instant.
I'm always looking for your figure
, a town with cherry trees on the streets at dawn,
even though I know you can't be there
if you wish I want to be able to come to you right
now, I will never back down at all, I
am willing to hug you tightly, regardless
of
everything
You can't be there
. If a miracle will happen, I want to let you see
the new dawn, the future self,
or the "I love you" that I couldn't say
before is always looking for your smile
, waiting for you The railroad crossing the train goes through
Even though I know you can't be there
If life is to come again I have to go to you every
time I must ask for nothing
There is nothing more important than you
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