Finally, he sang the loudest voice, and spit out all the feelings of friendship and unwillingness in youth.
Inspirational films are particularly cute among many painful youth films, but they are not inspirational. This is youth.
What is youth?
Like those shots at the end of the movie.
Youth is a classroom that is sometimes empty.
Youth is because the people you like are special trash cans and incinerators.
Youth is a swimming pool that I used to soak in when I was happy and angry.
Youth is the impulsive pull of your band who can't even read Japan completely.
Youth is trying to talk to you, of course you can work hard.
Youth is four people secretly climbing the ladder and seeing each other's underwear.
Everyone has had youth, just work hard for a thing that doesn't get much benefit at all, stay up late, and want to do better.
Before stepping into reality, when there are only uniform skirts, running in heavy rain, teenagers holding umbrellas, canned drinks on the rooftop, and blushing because of the opposite sex. No firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, endless competition, and no pretense over a little salary. Divide thousands of yen to buy groceries in the supermarket and go home to cook together, and collapse in the practice room together.
Everything is fine.
No one broke it, I was waiting for you in the empty classroom, and I helped you hold up an umbrella for you who were late and soaked in the rain.
I read broken korean and tell you that I often go to the trash just to get to know you.
Just a heartwarming phone call.
No matter how long the stalemate with friends is, they finally smile after some awkward conversations.
Imagining how we would perform when we came on stage, we introduced the members of the band.
Just randomly picked to form a band and within a few days be able to prefix everyone.
He was the last to play music, but he was the first to jump out in the rain.
Even the cliché that a torrential rain drives more people into the gym is so cute.
Different from the imagination, like a real bloody rock live.
Linda Linda!
Hands up!
Linda Linda!
Be sure to sing them all!
Linda Linda!
Thank you for this wonderful day.
The campus, bicycles, pencil leads, chalk marks left on the blackboard, hot drinks in the vending machine, the sound of your phone at the desk, and the get out of class bell.
Linda Linda!
Youth that will always end.
But really so beautiful.
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