It turns out that sometimes I really feel inexplicably lonely. At this moment, I lost everything I learned with age, rationality, theories about "emotions are just an illusion caused by temporary emotions", hard, self-protection. ..at this moment everything is not important, only me who was stripped clean, finally changed back to the little girl who was more than ten years ago, the little girl who cried with the baby in her arms, the little girl who played with the baby alone , the little girl who accompanies her with the doll as flesh and blood, the little girl who can talk to the mound outside the window, the little girl who treats every object around her as her friend.
accompany, isn't it? Isn't "The Forest of Firefly" just a story to accompany? Although it focuses on rendering untouchable love, companionship is the background sound played silently. The so-called monsters in the forest, probably, explained from a rational point of view, are just the imagination of a lonely little girl traveling through the forest. Adults will say if it's real, it's just a fantasy, right? Doctors say it's a delusional disorder, right? However, even if it is an imagination, it really comforts our lonely and terribly small self, doesn't it? Every lonely moment, every time we need company, every moment we want to tell, they quietly accompany us like that, passing through the muddy road and the wind, but at those times, as real flesh and blood people, you are there Where is it? That being the case, why do you say that those are just boring fantasies.
In fact, animation is not a fantasy country, it depicts our life. "If you touch it, it will disappear." Really, isn't that the case in reality? Some beautiful people or things, once touched, will disappear. Why is first love beautiful? It is probably the feeling of not daring to touch but yearning for it, leaving an unknown beauty in the end, endless aftertaste, but it is extremely annoying. Probably everyone will meet such a person, who cherishes too much, but dares not get close, but is reluctant to go far. Love that person like a poem until the person disappears and forever becomes a frozen poem to cherish. Maybe life is like this. I meet many people, some people become beautiful regrets, and some people become dull eternity.
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