Rudy has since become a lonely person. While chewing on his loneliness and cherishing his wife, he is also slowly getting to know his wife who buried his dreams for love.
He returned to their humble but clean and peaceful home. He lay down on the bed of the two of them, and put his wife's favorite kimono pajamas next to him. He would always have his wife by his side.
He set off again, wearing the blue sweater that his wife often wears (wife loves the sea) and the skirt with white dots on a black background, and the black bead chain hanging under the windbreaker. The place of my wife's dream----Japan, to see the cherry blossoms, to see Mount Fuji, and her love of Japanese dance and the youngest son.
He was getting close to his wife's dream. Despite the difficulty and language barrier, the crowded modern city buildings nearly overwhelmed him. He fell in a hurry and got lost in the rush of people. Fortunately, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and it was fortunate that he met Xiaoyou who was dancing under the cherry tree, so that he could embark on the dream of finding a wife in the company of Xiaoyou.
He used to be so unfamiliar and rejected, the dance he loved so much for his wife, his face covered in thick white ointment, his blood-red lips, full of weird and grotesque, in the center of the stage, under a dark string of bright lights all around , that twisted body, convulsively stretched out his hand to nothing, trying to grab something, but struggling in vain like a sigh. He couldn't read it...
Xiaoyou took his hand and walked into his wife's dream and into his wife's dance context.
He could feel it, when he was wearing his wife's favorite kimono with a big flower print, and his face was painted with the makeup of a dancer, facing the capped Mount Fuji and the lake with the beautiful reflection of Mount Fuji, he also waved Raise your arms and stretch your fingers. His wife appeared between his arms, and the four hands slowly entwined, stretched, and merged into one, leaving his body lying on the ground at last.
Life will come to an end, but you don't know where it will end. And flying at dusk is heaven.
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