One's building block house, one's memory

Christopher 2022-04-16 09:01:09

Layers of building blocks, a solitary hut in the middle of the water, eating alone, remembering alone, I think, when we grow old, is that memory that belongs to us, only me, slowly recalling, slowly slow chewing?
Perhaps only the Japanese can shoot such a short story, with an oil painting-like style, with sadness and sweetness, and I really burst into tears at the end. I think, even if it really is such an ending, I would like to recall it alone and be sweet alone.
Life is so long, it is a journey of one person after all.

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