restless

Jordyn 2022-03-23 09:02:59

I understand the boy's mood. But I'm not sure if love can redeem love.
Dragging the body around in the world, stubbornly looking for the possibility that no longer exists.
Her life was short, but she lived it earnestly. Love Darwin loves birds. My favorite is waterfowl.
The unfortunate is always the one who is alive. Even if he faked his death for three minutes.
The nothingness of death is ultimately no match for the light of life. Even if he is unlovable.
meet her. Three short months of life. His love freed her from fear and gave her peace. Her love seemed to make him drop that absent funeral.
But I still can't foresee his future. Some pain will devour your whole life, and only yourself can be redeemed. What others can give is only the vision, only the direction ~~ The road ahead is long and difficult, and the faint morning star twinkles in the distant starry sky.
The Japanese ghost said: I wish I could go back to my hometown, I wish I could hold your hand, I wish I could tell you that I love you. When we rushed to the target, they said to shout hooray. I'd rather whisper your name. Whether I live or die, I will always be yours.
Death is so easy, and true love is so hard to find.
Is it possible to be brave only by waiting until you have only three months to live?

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  • Hiroshi Takahashi: As I write this letter, the ocean breeze feels cool on my skin. That very ocean is soon to be my grave. They tell me I will die a hero. That the safety and honor of my country will be the reward for my sacrifice. I pray they are right. My only regret in life is never telling you how I feel. I wish I were back home. I wish I were holding your hand. I wish I were telling you that I have loved you, and only you, since I was a boy. But I'm not. I see now that death is easy. It is love that is hard. As my plane dives, I will not see the face of my enemies. I will instead see your eyes, like black rocks frozen in rainwater. They tell us that we must scream, "Banzai," as we plunge into our target. I will instead whisper your name. And in death, as in life, I will remain forever yours.

  • Annabel Cotton: Tell me about the birds, Enoch.

    Enoch Brae: What?

    Annabel Cotton: The songbirds. Why do they sing in the morning?

    Enoch Brae: They sing because they're happy to be alive another day.

    Annabel Cotton: I've sung every morning since I met you.