That green. Always been my dream. I want to immerse myself in it. Unable to extricate themselves until suffocation. And then in the music. Screaming out a loud and uninterrupted cry. Just like Yuichi. From "Cruel Youth Story" to "Bad Boy Sky" to "All About Lily Zhou". From Nagisa Oshima to Takeshi Kitano to Shunji Iwai. The subject of youth cruelty. I think it is a preference of Japanese directors. And Fukasaku Shinji's "Battle Royale" can be regarded as a representative. The picture is still Iwai-style Mei Lun Meihuan. Blue deadly sky. Green wheat fields almost dripping water. The boy in white is indulging in music. Quiet and gentle. Occasionally birds fly by. Beautiful to such an extent. is despair. youth. The word always smells of hormones. Full of restlessness. confused. lonely. estranged. melancholy. anger. pain. Wound. Empty. resignedly. These things that originate from desire recharge our entire cardamom years. At that time, we were not used to following the rules. Or get used to indulgence. There is always depression. There are always outbreaks. There is always a cry. But always silent. It all unfolded quietly. is the end. Also the beginning. I don't know what Hoshino experienced on that trip. A lonely life or a quick death. It does not matter. Everyone has an experience that opens them up. Give yourself an outlet to find the answer for yourself. Although the process and behavior are different. But that confusion and loneliness are the same. "We live in houses. But our souls have no resting place." Hoshino put on his hat indifferently in the morning mist. In the end, he died in his own sins. Yuichi, who has always been depressed and lonely. Will live forever with this nightmarish guilt. The desperate Shiori fell like a kite. A once-in-a-lifetime flight greeted her with death. Kuno, who survived the rape with a shaved head. This shadow will always follow you in the rest of your life. They were all so young and needed protection. But in the wrong way lost the chance to be redeemed. They haven't had time to laugh yet. But it has already been marked with pain. How are they going to go. Immerse yourself in Lily Zhou's music. Wash yourself with tears when the wind blows. The death of youth is like a green apple covered with blood. Hard and bitter. Cruel as an illusion. But it's real. And reality. Life is never assigned to us by age. Often we all have to suffer from injury and pain beyond our age. Seeing too much death makes life questionable. If you encounter too many partings, you will not believe in time. Childhood injuries will never heal. Because we were too young at that time. There is no ability to heal by itself. It will stay in the body forever. Follow the memory and grow with us. There are many more. Haven't waited for youth to fade away. I haven't learned to use silence and silence to replace arrogance and rebelliousness. I haven't seen the marks left on the skin by the years. has fallen. or incomplete. They haven't come and transformed. It pays too much for the great desolation of the heart. tell me. Where is the height of life? Why we only know after the fall. tell me. Why do our souls always die in our youth. green. It is an illusion of life. It was just pure and luxuriant growth of loneliness.
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