At my age, it may be embarrassing to cry for such an anime. Someone is right, every girl has a section of the forest of fireflies, and there lives a boy wearing a mask. When I was fifteen or sixteen years old, I once read a book that said that the thoughts of teenagers cannot be easily revealed, because they must be precipitated into the best memories. I couldn't understand it at the time, but with the increase in life experience and experience, I became more and more aware of how true this was. Some loves, because they are too beautiful and fragile, cannot and do not have to go into a relationship that is too intimate. When I counted the people I knew all along, I was surprised to find that those who fell in love early were often the first to show distrust and boredom of love when they were older. They overdrawn their imaginations about the Firefly Forest early. Will this originally beautiful thing still exist for them? Can it be restored? I think of a woman in her thirties who once said to me that only your age can believe in love in the world. Maybe I was too young then. But I believe that even if I am eighty years old, I will not doubt that there is pure love in this world, as real and necessary as air. Love is a woman's own quality. This quality is complex and variable, especially in adults. But in the depths of the overlapping fog, there is always a splendid forest of fireflies. Nothing to do with lust, always there, ancient and simple. Let me wait for you and meet for a short time every summer. Whenever you leave, I am willing to look for you. I want to see you in spring too. I want to see you in autumn too. I want to see you in winter too.
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