Every woman has such a curse in her heart.
Chiyoko buried her face in delicate hands. At this time, she had forgotten her original intention of running, but the spinning top was turned into the vortex of time and space.
She has been looking for him, a shadow that appeared when her life was extremely young, said a few words, promised a few things, saw the moon once, agreed to paint and sketch once, left a key, and didn’t know how to open it. what. The so-called "turn on the most important thing", this metaphor, is also the most scary part.
A chaotic world full of war, fleeing, hatred, confusion, warmth, and suspicion is the chasing of a cursed actress through several centuries of life.
In those movies, none of the plots are fictitious, every line is her voice, and every encounter is like fate and earthquake. As time passed by, she could still see in the mirror the old man in white who tricked her into drinking tea for a thousand years, waking up from a dream.
The old woman with gray hair and gloomy eyes must live in everyone's heart. From the mirror, from the glass, from any space that can produce hallucinations, it reflects her own heart: I hate you for your soul, I love you to deep.
If it were not for the great hatred of myself, how could I cruelly curse myself for being burned by the fire of love for thousands of years.
Chiyoko is running, the first run in the snow, the run in the train station, the run in the tunnel, the run in the snowy night, the run on the moon, the run in space...
everything around her fades It became a mist, staggered into a plot, flashed, and fell into another plot...
She ran step by step, just like the last kilometer of a cross-country race when we were young, but who knows how long we have run and how long we need to run. I can hear the unknown wind, and the whole world is reduced to her heavy breathing, exhaling, inhaling, exhaling, inhaling, exhaling, inhaling, the rhythm of more and more rapid, we forgot in her gasp that we were looking for Who, forget where we are going, forget the time, forget the space, there is only a love, a small fire, burning in the chest-who is it?
Looking inwardly, there is only the deepest curse in his heart.
If it weren't for being unwilling to let yourself go, who would be able to redeem you?
Jin Min bends and turns in the switching of stories, spinning this little girl with ears and short hair into her own curse like a whirlpool on the body of an ammonite. And that key has also become a symbol-it is obviously a tool for opening, but it is ultimately bound by a nihilistic concept.
The only thing that binds you is that love can't be nothing.
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