A train came across the mountains.
Passed by many windows, many people, and their respective gains and losses.
Meager gains are always separate, and one person gets some warmth that belongs to him nearby.
Loss is eternal, total.
The coldness of this world is too great.
Father and mother packed up and headed to Tokyo.
The low Japanese-style residence is surprisingly high because of the upward shot of the camera.
I thought, what should my room be like?
Parents describe each other as caring, and there is a sparse answer.
At the hot spring hotel in Atami, the children were not accompanied by their side after all.
There is only this ocean, and each other around.
After sitting for a long time, my mother wanted to get up, but she couldn't stand up for a while.
She supported it slowly and slowly, smiling.
There is deep disappointment with myself and forgiveness for the world.
I thought, how should I be moved?
It 's like Su Qiqi asked himself:
I think, how do I understand "Winter Light"?
One day I went to a friend's cabin to listen to the Goldberg Variations.
It was a small bungalow, and the room and windows were strangely high, so the figure was very low, and even lower when listening to Gould's Bach.
The light came in from the small window, and the leaves sifted through the broken shadows.
Gould was so humble and so proud.
A man whose fingers evoke the edict of nature.
at a certain moment.
I am so moved by light, shadow, music, and winter.
Probably so.
If one day I forget this afternoon, this quiet afternoon.
Later, I almost forgot the story, and the pictures were almost forgotten.
Still have to remember it's good.
his good.
Always remember something.
Mother died.
My father said to the neighbor: "It seems like a very long day to spend alone."
He seemed to be talking to himself,
"It's really lonely to be a human being."
Just like in the beginning, my father and mother were packing up and going to Tokyo.
Parents describe each other as caring, and there is a sparse answer.
"Is the air pillow in here?"
"It must be there, I just have to look for it," he said and found it in his luggage: "Ah, found it."
"Found it?"
"Found it. ."
To live a long life in secret, always find a place for yourself.
One day, I can tell you this, I found it.
Although not you.
This is also the fate of life.
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