It’s been many days, and it’s been bad. The sky last night was full of gloomy orange light. There was a strange silence before the big storm.
A story that took place in the Warring States Period in Japan. A movie made 50 years ago, black and white. The picture is a difficult and obscure dream, and the story is also raining mercilessly. Those men who are like from the myth, trample in the mud and slowly push the plot forward. It's like avoiding something, like being afraid of missing something, I press the pause button from time to time to drink water, go to the toilet, and eat something. . . But later I still had to be attracted by the plot and watched it all in one go. . . . .
Finished reading. . . . Earthshaking. . . But I don't want to say anything about this movie.
I want to say, I seem to know you a little better. In the movie, I found some passwords that you want to pass to me. It's too late, though.
For the friendship that has ended, those that have been slowly wiped out silently, there are not many common memories.
But you may not think about it, until now I still want to get to know you, then approach you, then resolve you, and then tolerate you. Needless to say, this can only be my dream logic.
Looking at it 50 years later,
it has become a ridiculous fable.
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