Only Takeshi Kitano, who is always handed to the sunny meadow under the bright cherry blossoms, hears a click in your heart, and your thoughts collapse instantly. Behind the beautiful scenery, hidden is despair. Deep, desperate. It seems that in every story in his movies, only death can be completely freed. Dying in perfection, dying in happiness.
The male protagonist is forced to abandon his beloved girlfriend and marry the president's daughter. At the wedding, I learned that my girlfriend committed suicide by taking sleeping pills because of the shock. As a result, she was mentally ill. Spring. In the green mental hospital. She sat blankly, looking at the pink butterfly under her feet. He looked at her like this, she was dumbfounded. Staring at the butterfly. He bought her a toy to blow the ball with a rod. She kept blowing, and kept blowing, until the ball was crushed by the car. She kept blowing, and kept blowing, but there was no ball, sobbing and sobbing. The ball is gone, her love is gone, her thoughts are gone. A doll, a hollow doll without a soul. He also always looks at her, stunned. Only occasionally is really sad, holding her, sobbing and sobbing. He A red thread was tied between his waist and her waist, maybe only by becoming another doll, they would not be separated. They kept walking, one after the other, never speaking, following the trajectory of their thoughts, tied with the red ribbon around their waists A rope, a doll crushed by memory and love, walking.
There are two stories along the road. The old black boss, who is almost old, always thinks of his young lover, always delivers lunch to the park at noon on Saturday, and says that he will always be waiting for him Until one day he found that his lover was still sitting on a park bench with a bento, waiting for him. He started eating bento with her, but never told her who he was.
The young traffic policeman was obsessed with the popular idol singer, Every time he was on duty, he waited for her car at the intersection. When he learned that she had left the music scene because of a car accident, he ruined his left eye, and resolutely stabbed his own eyes. She led him into the rose bush, Red and white. Smells floral, so strong. Her eyelashes flicker, and she says, "Rose is on fire. "
On an autumn afternoon, the mountains were full of maple leaves, and the sun shone through the trees on the highway. He used his harmonica to play her old songs, floating in the wind and swaying. Then there is the blood that is constantly scoured on the road, and the sun splashes on the blood. He was shot dead after eating her lunch. When time returned to the original time, she was waiting for him, she was waiting for him. Maple leaves are the color of autumn blood.
The doll with a stiff expression was walking all the time. Hisaishi Jo's music, with the warmth of the sun, seemed to be absent. The two walked through the green mountains, the gorgeous sunset, the endless seaside, the clear stream with moonlight, the railway tracks with wildflowers... The seasons and times changed. Passed by two love, but nothing to witness. Despair is just that, silent, without leaving a trace.
In winter, their journey came to an end. In the white snow and the cold air, there are their last sweet memories. The screen is pale and helpless in the snow. The snow-capped mountains with exposed ridges, the gray-blue sky, the heavy footprints, and the two staggering people. Also at night, in front of the lit house, he remembered the lively engagement of him and her that had been held here. The cheap necklace was so warm and happy. Suddenly, she patted him, held the necklace on her chest, and wept each other.
A long walk, an unintentional doll, to find the past and memory, is there any meaning? They rolled down the snowy mountains, the newborn sun glowing softly on the top of the mountain. The two corpses fell on the mountainside, and the branches carried the red rope around their waists. end.
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