The red-haired man in my memory came on the snow, and flashed a shocking sternness.
The memory has been weathered before the sword is unsheathed. These few days have been
quite quiet.
I revisited Yoshikawa Eiji's "Sword and Zen",
watched the live-action preview of "Rurouni Kenshin" just released,
and then the single looped that song Taking "the man in the memories" like a drug, over and over again, reassures me and accompanies me to sleep.
Perhaps the current personality and outlook on life
are more thanks to the dream of the green forest hero.
There may be conspiracy, hatred and bloody winds,
but there is also loyalty, chivalry and sword spirit.
In that dream,
black and white were clear, good and
evil were
rewarded, and the principle of doing things and being a person was simple and clear.
Although life is precious,
if it is designed for the sake of friendship and the world, it can be given up.
Many years ago,
that man gave me this simple truth.
Live,
live for those who love you.
I love him,
like the heart of the sunrise,
burning in red, burning
all the injustice and unwillingness in this world.
I love him, and my
memories are constantly flipping.
In my dream, I saw him walking on snow in a winter night. His
lonely figure was almost swallowed by the darkness,
but his steps were very firm.
I love him,
love his deep eyes,
love his gentle smile,
Love his past,
love his joy, love his sadness,
love him to seal his heart with a sword,
love that he does not go away in the peace of my memory.
I love him,
like a flash of sword light in the sky , like a flash in
my ordinary lonely life,
no boundaries, no reasons, no barriers of time, space and ethics,
let me linger in the depths of my memory, the red that never goes away Hair man.
In the complex world, I, who was lost and lost, once believed that my lonely and dull life would be like this forever. Growing up, for some people, is not so hard, someone who decides that maybe they can't escape sin all their lives. In the midst of loneliness, misunderstanding, irresistible forgetting and parting, roaring, shouting, struggling, deviant, utterly useless, unable to bring about any change, not even able to keep one's world free from dust. In the dark night, spread the wings, the shadow blocks the eyes that yearn for the sun.
However, in the chaotic world, I saw your bright figure. The dust of the years has gradually made me forget the throbbing at the beginning. Maybe, when I was a teenager, I just felt that the sword-wielding assassins and ronin were completely chivalrous. So I carefully cherish the beautiful memory about you, the wanderer Jianxin. What I love is not only the bloody swordsman and the cold moon, but also the trust between people and the true and pure love. Because "Rurouni Kenshin" was carried out in the background of Japanese society in the late Meiji Restoration, the atmosphere of the cult of faith and righteousness has been gradually wiped out and forgotten in the booming Japanese animation industry. . Only those of us who can't find the way we can't see clearly in reality, still can't forget, can't forget.
When I'm down, I always think of you.
However, we are young and reckless no matter what, we can't smile softly after experiencing pain and slander like you, we
can't let go of the gloomy past like you can, go incognito and always endure the cold and loneliness wandering around,
There is no way you can use the sword to correct the evil and the traitor, because of our uncleanness and incompetence, because of our lofty ambitions,
because of our lowliness and cowardice, we cannot survive better in our era, let alone in your era. survive in.
Because your brilliance burns our eyes, your talent makes us ashamed, and your generosity washes away the sins of our painful generations.
So we look up to you as we look up to the moon in the night, and we are grateful even though it is out of reach.
We cherish the memory of you, brother, friend, and stranger with a cross scar on your left face.
We recall your past in the Meiji period, the unforgettable memory behind your indifferent smile, and your humorous and witty True temperament, your oath and unbearableness, your prudence in choice and chivalry, your integrity, and your generosity, all of them make us shed bitter and crystal tears in the depths of our hearts, flowing as lightly as a clear stream, alive and well. nonstop.
Time spreads endlessly forward. When I looked back at my past at the age of 20, I used to feel extremely hard and exhausted.
Five years later, I feel that my destiny is so flat and broad that I have no way to experience anything, let alone hardships and ups and downs.
However, now I am still the same as when I first met you more than ten years ago. I sigh that life is impermanent, good times don’t last long, and sometimes parting and parting can happen anywhere. Therefore, I cherish the past around me very much, and I remember every moment of laughter, because Tomorrow, nothing will exist, and I may not be there either. But I will not cry. Although my friends are running around and scattered all over the world, they have already lived the life they want to live, and they love the people they want to love.
Unsatisfactory things in life, in all likelihood, why not let the heart be as free as the clouds, and the thoughts of flowing water...
Whenever the cold rain fills the silent evening,
whenever the cold wind is lonely in the morning,
I always don't care about it Thinking of you, only the memory of walking with you is still bright, like the gorgeous fireworks rising in the summer sky, unforgettable.
Reverse-edged knives, cross scars, and slender clothes rising from the bustling background, the splendid splendor covers the hurrying passers-by in the broken fleeting years. The cry of the wind, the tragic killing, the memories of the short-lived youth.
When I opened the window, I saw the red-haired, golden-steeled boy with a sword. The shining sword edge drew a sharp arc, passing through the dust of the years, never getting old, and never getting old.
I know that everything in these eternal years will flow. We will follow you, no matter the turbidity of the world, the sinister nature of human nature, the shuttle of time, and there will be no regrets and no regrets in the end.
The sword light that flies across thousands of hectares in a flash disappears into the sweet smile of the rivers and lakes
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