The town where he lives is beautiful, like a colorful oil painting. The sky is the kind of sky children draw, a light blue. The town lies quietly in the valley, surrounded by mountains that look like the backs of animals. This small town has everything he loves: the hot and bright sunshine, the stone paths winding down the mountains, the flowers in full bloom under the walls, and the girl he loves deeply.
The girl he loves has a nice name - Alainai. On their first date, he promised her the most beautiful garden. For this garden, he is willing to kneel and work for the rest of his life. He seemed to have seen their future: get married, have children, and live happily ever after in their garden. He thought that love was such an easy thing.
A shrewd businessman in the town opened a silk factory, producing high-quality silk, which was sold all over Europe. Later, the silkworm seeds fell ill and the factory was in jeopardy. He retired from the army, married Alainai, and in order to fulfill that promise about the garden, he became an explorer and traveled across the ocean in search of healthy silkworm seeds.
When he first saw her, he had traveled thousands of miles. From France, across the Siberian Plain, down the Amur River, to the Japanese port of Sakata. He went from summer to winter, passing through snow-capped mountains, canyons, plains, and oceans, and finally arrived at his destination—a Japanese village that was completely unfamiliar to him.
When he bought silkworm seeds from the village ruler Hara Jubei, she dressed in plain clothes and made tea for them next to him. At that time he didn't understand their cumbersome etiquette, he only knew how to drink it with a big mouth. There was no expression on her face, and she didn't speak. She just slowly stretched out her arm, gently lifted his teacup, took a few sips, and put it back in front of him. She kept her head down, but at this time she raised her head slightly to look at him, signaling that he wanted this sample of tea. He looked at her with some fascination, and felt that this exotic woman was so beautiful that time was slowing down a lot because of her. Her outstretched arms were so soft, like a bird spreading its wings comfortably. Her eyes were so bright, like a pool of water that could not perceive depth, and like a black pearl with a dim light, what he saw in them was weakness, helplessness, a mysterious attraction he had never felt before. . Her lips are full pink, and when they are slightly open, they resemble a blooming rose.
After leaving Japan, many scenes and people gradually faded from his memory. The only thing that made him remember deeply was the blue silk that fell from the forehead of the woman in plain clothes that day when she lowered her head. He just walked into a landscape painting like her, and could never get out again.
He went a second time, maybe even a third time. He simply thought she needed him, needed his salvation. If not, she wouldn't have put the letter that said "Come back or I'll die" in his palm, she wouldn't be full of words every time she stared at him, and she wouldn't have dedicated her sister's body to him . He believed these were all hints to him that he was going to Japan despite the danger of war, just because she needed him.
He couldn't save her, and he was so powerless in the face of the powerful forces of the original Jubei. Since then, he has remained silent, never mentioning the past. The woman who was far away on the other side of the continent eventually settled into a symbol that could not be ignored in his life.
He began to build the garden for Alainai, forcing himself to forget all that had happened. However, those memories were so stubborn that sometimes when he looked at Alainai, he could remember all kinds of things about that Dongying woman. Guilt filled his heart, and he felt that his body was about to be torn apart because of this secret. Until he received the letter in Japanese with a Japanese seal, and the letter was written in poetic language: "Don't be afraid, don't move, don't talk, I'm right next to you, can you feel me? … We will never see each other again, but we have done everything we ever wanted to do, believe me, my love. Forget this woman, she will say goodbye to you without any regrets." Putting down the letter, He finally felt relieved.
They grew old in that garden. Later, Alainai left. It was another summer, their garden was full of flowers, and she ended up sleeping among the lilies. And that summer, he finally found out that Alainai was the one who wrote the letter.
It was only then that he felt that the letter was more like a beautiful and sad poem, with each line expressing Alainai's heavy love. Probably in her life, she had never wanted to be another woman so much, the woman buried in his heart.
How much pain will be in the heart of the person who wrote the letter? Just can't say, can't say. To say it, it is a pain that I can't bear in my life. This kind of love, like silk, wraps him gently and gently, so soft that you can't feel the weight. However, when he was most vulnerable, those slender silks suddenly possessed shocking tenacity and turned into hard armor to protect him firmly.
At the end of the film, he sits on a garden bench, across from the lily, and begins to tell this distant and somewhat unreal story. He looked calm and spoke slowly, because he finally understood that Alainai was the woman he would always bury in his heart.
One love is just humbly standing aside, proving the immortality of another.
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