sad little tune

People will change, that's what impressed me in the play. Everything is moving in a changing rhythm. The dark and depressing campus is lined with a deep and beautiful blue sky. Different individuals have different fates, even the caterpillars crawling on the cherry blossoms and the flower branches in the captive flowerpot. As if this was a specially arranged symphony, there were the young people's crazy and outrageous actions on the top floor, and there were splendid blood flowers flowing from his body after he lost his life. The blue penetrated to the bottom and became a black turbidity. At that age, he was an active blue, and the story behind him was like an inevitable disaster. Seeing Aoki's simple and honest eyes fall into black melancholy, this sadness is the ultimate hatred transformed from the ultimate love.

The tortuous youth of the bad boy hides a touch of sadness. The picture is a messy campus, and the clear blue sky in comparison. The contrast makes people feel suffocated. As mentioned in the previous paragraph, their life has undergone a transformation, or after this hardship, the future they face becomes clearer. The dream is world peace, is admitted to university, or directly find a fishing job after graduation, these are vague and blunt in the eyes of youth. Aoki and Yukio chose a self-destructive ending, while Kujo seemed to see the light of day and the direction to go.

School-themed works cannot escape the confused and helpless view of the world of young people, the misinterpretation of life, the interweaving of love and hate, and the rebellious havoc. From beginning to end, this youth appears like a frog in boiling water. Life is pressed in the pot, just like another form of waiting for death.

Flowers bloom and wilt. But both are eternal, just like all flowers will bloom, and all flowers will wither, the birth of life and the fall of life, just a few dozen springs and autumns, accompanied by flowers blooming and falling, watching the sky outside the clouds rolling . Everything is like the tranquility after the spring break, and the beauty and pure love behind the extreme murder. If youth can choose what they like, and sacrifice everything to get the happiness it deserves, and not waste it, then there will be no regrets for youth. But we often have our own selfish interests. Under the uninterrupted desire for profit, our hearts turn from red to black. Under the deep blue sky, we only need to sing a mournful little tune, and time has come to an end.

It is not only the confusion of that age that breaks my heart, but the fallen lives, like the silent morning dew, forgetting the dawn, bringing infinite tears to the afterlife, it is the cry of the elves, which fills the tear pot instantly, silently. The silent flowers secretly sing in the sunset, there are spring flowers and autumn moon, and when the future comes, the dead leaves will wither. Such youth can only be smeared with blue marks in memory, and the rest are left with sadness.

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