The past was like a thorn in the depths of my heart, and in a sudden similar scene, it started to attack, causing a dull pain. Typhoon, No. 29, torrential rain, tape, terminal illness-----, if I want to add some keywords to the film review, these words pop into my mind, if you have seen this movie, you will see these words , you should also smile. Memories are re-enacted in the slowly opened curtain. The unforgettable things over the years flooded into our minds, and we slowly saw our youthful selves.
When I was young, I met an excellent you. Your uniqueness and excellence make me, who is young, only dare to watch from a distance, but never expect to get close.
When I was young, when you bravely jumped onto my motorcycle and slowly hugged my waist, the little joy in my heart slowly rippled, and a flower of love was drawn in my heart.
When I was young, for our common agreement, I listened to the midnight radio on time every day, and sent postcards every day, just for our one appointment.
When I was young, I went out to sea with you, but in the quiet time of the deserted island, I didn't even dare to kiss you. We just talk a lot around a warm campfire.
When I was young, I was so clumsy. And about love, you add rich flavors to it in a whimsical way. Let's fall in love, use a tape recorder to record each other's voice and each other's mood behind the voice.
It was only when I was in pursuit of memory that I suddenly understood how you felt at that time.
Under the hazy sky, under the cover of dark clouds, when the typhoon is about to make landfall here again, where are you? I took your voice, walked through the photo studio, walked through the cemetery, ran across the road, and even came to the piano you played, I closed my eyes, you were still seventeen, and you still embraced me with a cheerful smile, yes I said: "Suo, I love you." But, but, when I opened my eyes, what I saw was air. You're not here, it's been a long, long time.
your long-cherished wish. your last wish. I have not been able to achieve.
I love you so much, I am afraid that I will forget you. But all these years, you don't know that I dare not touch these memories. Sometimes, the pain is so suffocating that I still can't let go of them to this day. You have taken root in my heart, and I made your last promise, crying out for love in the center of the world, but we were unable to reach it during the raid in the typhoon.
This became my regret.
But in the past, all I can do for you is to fulfill the long-cherished wish of your life.
In the vast earth of khaki, in the vast sky, in the place you like, let your ashes go with the wind, and your last words to me are "If one day I will leave you, Please make my wish come true, and then live happily ever after. Bye bye."
BYE BYE.
Close the valve of memory, in recalling the past, you will always live in my memory. I am at the center of the world, crying out for your love.
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