music . Endless green grass. a boy. Head down.
The end of the film is
still music. Endless green grass. There are boys. There are girls.
Some are still alive. Some are dead. Head down.
The tune of that tune
seems to engulf those ambiguous youthful ethers
, making people feel lost involuntarily.
youth.
This word that can make even dying people cry
because of its absolute cruelty and beauty
has become the medicine that gave birth to all art.
Nor can it be relegated to lifelong remorse based on madness and provocation.
Of course. The collages made from the afterimages of disjointed youth
turned out to be beautiful.
even in death. Neither is enough to counteract the immortality of the soul.
youth.
A large number of trivial rays of light written with a pen,
mixed with the evasion of not facing the real world,
and the excessively inferior and inflated violent factors,
finally worked hard to create this thousand-hole
broken and solid spirit like blood and tears. The hair cut by the knife
announces the demise of a certain spirit.
calm. . . More likely depression.
harm. . . Always get hurt first.
always deeply hurt. . . Then. . .
Is it also a tragedy of suicide.
"Understood. Understood. But also crippled."
Silence. . . silence.
Always hide the tears in the depths. I wish I could bury it in my belly.
ruthlessly. ruthlessly. Would rather believe that everything is a lie. is a scam.
The internet. and music.
Save me from the cruelty of reality. . .
Do not. In fact, I don't believe in reality.
There is only one God in my heart.
she sings. Teach me to appreciate the beauty of ether.
A fruit knife.
Completely shatter all illusions about reality.
Including some vague but sincere love.
that night. All the cruelty of the past is crystal clear.
come down. It was as if falling.
sustenance. There is no longer the so-called sustenance of escape and happiness.
Bloody truth. . . Filled with fields that gradually dimmed throughout the twilight.
The child who still wears headphones to avoid the world. . .
Still silent.
Like tears that I couldn't shed from beginning to end.
Stop in mid-air. Helpless to powerless. Lost to disappointment.
Unstoppable despair. . .
Can you leave a gap. Give my youth a faint ray of sunshine. . .
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