Until one day, the doctor told her that her husband was terminally ill and died soon after. She remained silent, did not tell her children, did not tell him, but silently accepted this cruel fact. She dragged this unchanging man to travel. She wanted to create some unforgettable sweet memories for the last days of his life.
They went to Berlin to see their eldest son and younger daughter, whom they had not met for a long time. The other son was in Tokyo and gave up because of the long distance. The sudden visit of the parents caught the children by surprise. They don't even have time to accompany their parents on a tour of Berlin. Children will have their own lives when they grow up. It might be chilling for a moment, but they didn't show any unhappiness. She took him to see the sea, the Baltic Sea was so blue. We still have each other, this is our greatest happiness. He said to her. This sentence envies others, but she immediately shed tears. The person beside him disappeared in the world shortly afterwards, and there was no room for maneuver. What would happen without his company? Maybe a person can live strong, but there will always be times of fatigue. . .
The night at the beach was a sleepless night. She danced with him in her arms, her tearful eyes filled with the deep affection and reluctance of the husband and wife for decades. Perhaps she was unwilling to face the lonely reality that she was the only one left after he left, and preferred to leave first by herself. In the morning when the sun rose, she died peacefully in her sleep.
So abrupt, without warning. Two people's travel, one person's return. He could not bear or accept her leaving. Multiple lives, we always think there is more time. He couldn't understand, where did she go? Where did her body go? When sleeping, he put on her favorite kimono in the place that belonged to her. He put on her clothes, as if this way, he could see her in the mirror. Thinking of her, he took all his savings and her clothes and embarked on a trip to Tokyo in search of her dream.
If you don't have a chance to see it, let me see your favorite Mount Fuji instead of you. In this strange city, he wandered around. In his way, he took her to see this favorite city in her lifetime. In front of the cherry blossoms, he opened his coat, which contained her favorite clothes, a blue sweater and a hairy skirt. He gently said to her: My dear, this is a beautiful view for you. It was in this park where the cherry blossoms were in full bloom that he met a dancer who danced her favorite dance during her lifetime. It was precisely because of his dislike that she gave up her dream.
Dancing is the dance of shadows. Feel the wind, feel the light, and you can dance with the dead. In the early morning of one day, when the dawn illuminates the top of Mt. Fuji, he put on her favorite kimono, rubbed the white powder on his face hastily, and stumbled to the foot of Mt. Fuji. He danced and danced on the edge of the lake. At this moment, I am you. The wind blowing in the palm of her hand seemed to be her soft body, as if she had returned to the night when she embraced him and danced. Next to the lake and mountains, he hugged her to sleep peacefully. He died, in his attachment to her. As the young dancer described, she and him are two cabbage rolls made by him, and they will never be separated.
Very realistic story. Very beautiful love. Even some people think that the old man’s behavior is weird. But I can understand. If you love someone, he lives in your heart and in your body. You run around with his soul, and you are him.
When the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, behind the splendid sorrow conceals an instant fall. One day I see the sky, one night is heaven. Let it live, let it dance, let it linger until the end of life.
Love in the moment is good.
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