Still like Xingdingxun movies. Because さく in the movie had already forgotten about ぁき's death and lived his own life. Instead of carrying her ashes with you like the contrived TV show.
The tone of the tv version is the bright summer mornings of adolescence, while the film shimmers with the pale blue glow of memories. The rain falling on the ground, the trees swaying by the typhoon outside the window, the footsteps of running or searching.
Those who are left behind can only do so. Do you need to think about it once every morning when you wake up like chanting scriptures, and once before going to bed at night? Like Su Shi's poem to his deceased wife. Don't think about it, forget it. Love is lurking in the deepest corner of my heart, as evidenced by the tears that さく slipped quietly when I wake up every morning, because I can see her again in every dream.
ぁき's ashes are scattered by the wind in the center of the world, just like the magic she finally performed on the little girl. Life is like this in the end, it is a handful of white ash, lightly without any weight. I always look carefully at the dust particles under the sun, and see them fluttering in the sun. There is always one particle that falls in the palm of my hand. Is it someone we once loved?
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