It's like returning to those sweet and warm times again. It seems that it will always be summer, and it will always be hot and dry. The cries are endless, and the magnolia flowers in front of the teaching building are fragrant and plump. The only troublesome things are the exam papers on the table and the small notes hidden in the stomach of the table. Playing games that only elementary school children would play under the tall locust tree, but no one thought it was so childish. During class, I lay on the desk and fell asleep, but my eyes kept looking out the window. Why was the sky so blue back then? The bright and clean wind blew, and the blue and white plaid shirt fluttered softly to a corner, revealing the pink, white and green skin underneath, and the proud youth.
It was a chaotic time. Blurred time. But there is definite beauty.
This was not understood at the time. However, after everything became clear, I finally found out that the chaotic body, the chaotic mind, the chaotic happiness and sadness are all beautiful. All are happy. It's all "never again".
Flowers and Alice.
Just a very simple first love story.
Iwai, who has always used similar colors and pale colors, suddenly began to draw gorgeous pastels. Contrasting pinks and emeralds, navy blues and oranges. However, it is not fierce, and it is still full of tranquility. In the soft and blurry shots, the scenery and people are like translucent colored candies, too sweet to believe.
The thin snow-covered winter passed so freely in the practice room where the secretly exchanged glances of the teenagers and the unbridled laughter of the little girl dancing ballet sounded. Before you know it, the cherry blossoms are also blooming, and the fluttering pink symbolizes the love that is expected to happen.
In a sudden shower, the girl held a pink umbrella and ran on the zebra crossing that was about to change with the senior she had a crush on. The snowball of lies is getting bigger and bigger, so on the beach with the soft sand, the salty wind blows playing cards and rushes towards the deep blue sea without hesitation. The good friend picks up a red heart ace, and his eyes are serious. Say you separate.
The embarrassing moment of looking at each other, those tall and lush trees, as if dripping with water, swaying slightly in the midsummer wind, refracting the golden sunlight deeply and shallowly, watching these children who are sad for love. , the leaves just rustled peacefully.
Behind the colorful stage, the girl was wearing a beautiful bathrobe, the scattered dark orange belt was pinched in his hands, tied for her while listening to her cry. The smooth piano in the background is bright and brisk, with a hint of sadness that is not fatal. In the end, they were still laughing and hugging each other. There was no quarrel at all. There was no need to talk about forgiveness. On the path full of lush flowers and plants, the two of them happily pointed at the cute face with baby fat on the cover of the magazine. The tip of the nose was bitten by a mosquito, and the red piece looked like a hickey left by the falling petals of cherry blossoms. Although spring has passed, it seems that it has stopped. Those ding ding dong dong days are all simple after all. The color of youth can be mottled, but the bits and pieces of the years are always as transparent as boiled water.
Those scenes, let alone forgotten. Corner of stairs. The window of the cold drink shop. Under the tall locust tree. In an empty classroom. It's a place that will never be forgotten. A boy who is said to have lost his memory thinks he has lost his first love, but is experiencing the most unforgettable love. He picked up the playing card left on the sandy beach and put it in the deepest part of his wallet. How can you forget? If ever loved each other. The huge Astro Boy was floating around outside the window, and he finally understood where his happiness was. This is true love, right? Willing to go so troublesome, so troublesome, to tell lies one by one. Just because you like it, then you can forgive it. Forgive you, little flower. If all this is just because of love, the happy person is still me.
Don't worry about what happens to the prince and princess in the future. Anyway, happy now. There is no regret. How pale is youth if you can't do your best to follow your deepest desires when you are young. Now everyone is doing their best to chase. love, or a dream. Everything is just beginning! You can keep confessing, keep being rejected, keep jumping, keep falling. Even if this is the case, the next day, he will still smile and put on his beautiful uniform, pick up his pink bag and run to school. In the bright and spacious studio, the plaid skirts of the uniforms fluttered and danced silently on the wooden floor. Ballet slippers made of paper cups turned out to have the same charm. Those slender wrists, white calves, and still naive body, between the rotation and the jump, the color of youth splashed out unscrupulously, contaminating everyone present. So no longer afraid. Because everything has just begun. can forgive. can forgive each other.
Such a middle-aged man is good at painting, music, writing, and movies. He has an unwillingness to give up on youth films. For some reason, I can always feel the deepest pain in the boys. Those thin tentacles, just like this, silently reach the softest place of the hard heart. It will only make the eyes moist, and there will be no urge to cry. The moment I turned off the TV, I suddenly longed for those "never again" days.
So I mourned my youth again.
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