If she had a choice, she would definitely sing as in "After Home": "If the time to go back comes, I will let you go first, because I will be greedy and let you be my shit." What was left was this sensitive and emotional old lady, and how cruel she was.
She loves life and dance like that, but she is willing to restrain her light for the person she loves, unload her wings, settle for a plain life, and be an ordinary wife. Just like him, he has long refused to enter the art world that his wife loves, but he wants to stay with her for a long time, afraid that she will fly higher and higher until she disappears and disappears. It's the way he loves her, selfish and true and deeply.
Therefore, he can only miss her in his own way, find her and make up for her. Go where she wants to go, wear her clothes, cook the dishes she cooks, dance the dances she dances. Let's take her to see the cherry blossoms. Under the cherry blossom tree, he opened his heavy coat, wearing the soft royal blue sweater that his wife often wears. He whispered, "Did you see it?" The wind blew through the cherry tree, pink petals Scattered in the wind, what is more representative of the moment than cherry blossoms? This mighty time, in a flash, went somewhere.
Butoh, the dance of shadows, is dark and deep. Joy, anger, sadness and music are all converged in the body, the movement is slow, and the posture is distorted. Such as spiritual practice, pointing directly to the heart, full of spirituality, full of release, full of redemption. .
He dances alone, with Mount Fuji as the shadow and the morning breeze as the sound. To repay the debts, I just want to meet and dance with her. In the lifetime of a drop in the ocean, she and he were two cabbage rolls leaning against each other. I will hold the hand of my son forever and grow old together with my son.
The deep friendship that has accumulated over time is not easy to come by. All feelings do not exist for granted. If they are not maintained, there will be large blank cracks, the sense of dependence will disappear, and the familiar will become unfamiliar.
She said: "I still remember clearly what they looked like when they were young, but when they grow up, I don't know them anymore." Even if their children can still read out their mother's "Mayfly" familiarly, it is only about childhood memories. In the process of broad and non-intersection, their parents did not participate in their growth, and they also missed their parents' aging. The time they were isolated from each other made everyone relatively speechless when they met again, full of embarrassment and full of helplessness.
On the helpless streets of big cities, they help each other hesitantly. He said like a child: "I want to go home. The children are not free anyway."
In this situation, I chose to be a loving child. Don't travel far, stay with your parents. Bicker, quarrel, get angry with them, and listen to their nagging. Love each other with them, and don't become strangers. When you need each other, you don't need to travel across countless cities, just a phone call away.
One day we will all grow old too. If you are fortunate, you can also walk hand in hand with another person to become an old couple. If it's enough for me and you to just have each other, that's fine too.
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