In the end, the tears fell so wanton, I couldn't help myself.
It's just a story, a story.
But I know that in those dull pains are the real shadows of you and me.
The grass is green, suffocatingly bright.
The boy who couldn't see clearly, the white shirt, the CD player in his hand, the voice of the woman they called the sky, slowly descended.
The percussion of the keyboard, speaking, constantly speaking, using their most colorful words, speaking of the sky, the sky they are looking for in their voices.
"Crazy" - in the world of those words, he speaks freely of his love, his sky.
However, reality can't escape - there, his name is Hasumi Yuichi.
A child with a beautiful face, a dark room, a silent figure riding a bicycle in the night, silently enduring after being bullied - gray, there is gray erosion in his life. However, it is still ok, standing in such a blue sky, bowing his head, listening to the music he loves quietly; still ok, under the contemptuous eyes of his companions, calmly carrying the poster of Lily Zhou, riding a bicycle away.
The soul without sustenance, found comfort in music - and, that telling - his feelings, his repressed youth. A friend on the same road, Ao Mao - always thinking that Lian Jian must be happy in those conversations, because he understands, because he knows that they are the same, so lonely.
Why does life change like this?
No, have you ever given beauty?
The small island of Okinawa that I yearn for, the travel expenses that I desperately grabbed, the gorgeous fireworks, the burning bonfire, and the happy smile.
However, twice nearly losing his life, and then watching his fellow traveler die—life, life, everything is depressing. Hoshino Shusuke, who threw the money into the sea like a madman, his eyes became indifferent, and the so-called uninhibited——but maybe only he himself understood what kind of youthful anxiety and despair those eyes concealed.
So, become a person who plays with fire, hurt others, hurt yourself.
The bad boy who covered his face with a hat and smoked a cigarette coldly, the boy who stood in the wheat field and also listened to Lily's complicated expressions, the boy who suddenly shouted and vented himself, the boy who was in a virtual space with "obsessed" "The cherished blue cat, in the end, which one is the real Hoshino?
I don't know, no one knows, all I know is the pain that comes from the confused youth—his, others'.
So, so, someone is destined to be hurt - those clean faces are sad.
The child with accessories on her phone and a pure smile, Shiori Tsuda, she said, I'm going to sit on the kite. It's just painfully simple. "Scary thoughts," said the adults. How could they know that behind such a simple wanting to fly smile, those gray pains of youth?
He kept kicking and beating Hasumi, who had become Hoshino's subordinate, and smashed the money he was forced to sell himself to in Hasumi's face, the cold pond and the water pipe in the garden, the childish vent, Shiori, not like Kuno's strength has turned into a kite that can't fly, the dream of flying is still the same, but it is scarred - in the end, Shiori still flew, in the saddest way. The grass under the gray sky, the body lying quietly, the young blood, and her mobile phone full of ornaments, witness the final trajectory of her life-perhaps in the end, she got the freedom she wanted, although , the ending is so sad.
And Kuno——a woman who likes her so much, is forbearing and strong. In the face of those inexplicable opposition and attacks, she can be so calm, not fighting with them, but definitely not bowing her head, that calm and beautiful like a mature woman, but in those jealous eyes absurdly became her sin.
The dark warehouse, the flying feathers, her catastrophe.
Shaved hair, stubborn eyes, just break the schadenfreude of those who hurt her.
But the silence is shocking.
And Hasumi, the silent child in the original picture, the one with a clean face.
I can't forget the way three boys in uniform sat in a ramen restaurant eating noodles and chatting and laughing easily, but after that summer, they seemed to disappear like smoke, and scattered in the memory-Lunmi's face was melancholy, so Sad.
From silently dodging Shiori's kicks and beatings, to that moment, he watched the girl he liked being abused, but he was the one who led her into the disaster. Nowhere to hide.
At that moment, Lian Jian burst into tears of despair, maybe it was sadness, maybe it was hatred, hating that Hoshino who was already like a devil, hating his own cowardice - and maybe helpless, it was destined to be a kind of childhood experience.
I hate it, I hate that Hoshino Shusuke, who always had a cold expression, who created the nightmare.
However, when the camera turned off, Hoshino was standing in the grass, listening to Lily Zhou, with a figure resembling Hasumi - screaming like a torn heart - he was actually in pain, and those hidden wounds were dripping blood - he The pain is so clear. I always thought that the hysterical shouting at that time might be the real Hoshino - at that moment, I think I forgave Hoshino Shusuke.
However, the story must have an ending. And this is a doomed tragedy.
At one point, I thought everything would change, when Hoshino was playing with the apple that was as green as theirs - the green cat, Hasumi's green cat.
The moment that overlapped with reality made Lotusmi silent. Despair, or hope—maybe, maybe...
But when Hoshino smashed Hasumi's concert tickets with a contemptuous smile, threw them aside, and entered the arena himself, it was doomed that Hasumi was despairing.
In front of the big blue-ray screen, Hasumi's lonely shadow, and the green apple with "Blue Cat" written on it.
I believe there was something, and it just fell apart.
In the crowd, Hasumi and Hoshino looked at each other.
Then Hoshino fell, ending it all, to the exclamations of the crowd.
On the other side, beside the train track, the knife pierced into the green apple, the blood of Hoshino, and the painful Hasumi.
The train galloped past, but it couldn't take away the pain of youth.
"She was born at 22:50 on December 8, 1980.
That day coincides perfectly with the day that John Lennon was killed.
But to me, this coincidence doesn't make sense
to me. That day, when , her birth."
1999, thirteen years old.
2000. Fourteen.
In 2001, fifteen years old.
Their age is similar to mine,
but for me, this accidental matter is meaningless
to me. At that age, the days of searching for the sky were similar, and the pain was similar...
View more about All About Lily Chou-Chou reviews
