After a tiring day, I was holding the premiere tickets of the American version of "Dragon Ball" tightly in my hands, full of infinite expectations. Once upon a time, after elementary school, I counted on Grandpa Toriyama Akira's "Dragon Ball" for a living. The good memories of childhood "like a tornado that swept across the grasslands, it hit the mountains and the seas, destroying all the obstacles on the road without leaving a piece of armor, and then rolling them into the sky one after another, tearing them apart without any explanation, and beating them to pieces. It blew across the ocean without any loss of momentum, swept down Angkor Wat mercilessly, burned the Indian forest with groups of pitiful tigers, and then turned into a sandstorm of the Persian desert, burying the entire exotic castle city in the sand. . That's a total monumental" memory (Grandpa Murakami, はいほー!). So, even after a day of running around, I still look forward to it.
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the eyes opened and closed, and a movie passed.
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The ending song sung by Ayumi Hamasaki sounded, and at that moment, I burst into tears.
I think Grandpa Toriyama also burst into tears.
Last year, I thought "Kung Fu King" was utterly rotten, and today, I found that I had been wrong about "Kung Fu King" for a long time.
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