Japanese films are always easier to impress me, probably because they are all East Asians and their values are closer. Japanese horror movies frighten me more than European and American ones.
The last few minutes actually made me cry.
I was young too. At that time, I asked myself whether I would give my life for the person I love. The answer is not only yes, but no hesitation.
The older I get, the less happy it is to answer. I can't help but wonder if my love has faded.
When I was 20 years old, I knew that if I chose this path, I would go faster; even so, I still had to go, and I took the initiative to go. This must be unquestionable love, willing to give everything in exchange.
When will I have the ability to love like this?
Fear of losing your ability. It doesn't matter if I lose something, as long as I have the ability, I can get it again; but if I lose the ability, I have no hope.
Cry, cry myself, I can't live to now.
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