Don't let down the clean self in your heart."
I read it several times, but I didn't understand what kiwi was talking about, so I asked L on the Internet just now.
His most recent signature has been maintained in a state.
"Have a dream like Kiwi"
our conversation follows.
"I don't understand this kiwi movie, please tell me!"
"Well, okay, I'll review it first." "
Kiwi
is the kind of bird that can't fly"
"Well, broiler~"
"kiwi wanted to fly, and then made a lot of effort, nailing the tree with nails on the cliff, just to find the feeling of flying, and then it completed the last jump of life, and it was also the jump to realize the dream"
... (I In a sluggish response)
"Is this ending a bit tragic... It jumped and fell to its death... I don't know, I'm talking nonsense"
"This kind of movie doesn't need that kind of ending. Ah, it works hard and realizes its dream. It's good to show the positive side. As for the price of the dream, it's not good to show it. I can't give a final shot, a kiwi who was smashed into a meat pie under the cliff."
"Then Is it possible to fly if the tree is nailed...to reduce air resistance?"
"kiwi doesn't really fly, it's free-falling...the tree is nailed to the cliff, so it shows vertical, and then kiwi is free-falling vertically. , so it feels like I'm flying over a forest."
Sitting in front of the computer, I was watching this film as a cartoon, and I was suddenly stunned.
In the morning, I received an email from G, saying that
in the early morning in Sweden when he hadn't read his diary, the air was still as cold as winter, but he just wanted to keep the windows wide open.
I remember when he asked me "what do you want?"
On the phone, I was crying so much that I could barely speak.
I said, "As long as...you read the diary."
Over there, he was silent for a long time, and said "en".
Because of this commitment, I feel somewhat reassured and comforted.
It's just that now, at that time, the obsession was just to be understood, and I, who was recognized,
still couldn't do it.
The former self was
like Kiwi, trying his best to create a dream for himself.
Little by little, I dragged the big trees on the cliff,
climbed up and down the ropes one by one,
and knocked nails into the trunk
...
Finally, I jumped to death and broke the net to complete the first and last time in my life. of flying.
Even that flight
isn't even -- Kiwi at the end of the actual "flying"
, wearing a little hard hat, makes a mighty run-up off a cliff and then falls.
The vertical line of sight suddenly turned to horizontal...
The trees nailed to the cliff became the forest under Kiwi's wings.
There is wind in the ears, there is a tree under the body, and there is a song in the heart.
It clumsily opened two pitifully small wings, and finally shed tears at the last moment
...
G, thank you for your frankness.
Understand your options.
We all have our own insistence, the fault is that they are so incompatible.
I will remember these splendors and sufferings.
Once in a lifetime, Kiwi's flight.
I'm glad I did it.
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