At the beginning of the film, she stepped on the train to Tokyo. There were only a few empty people on the train. She caressed the frosted glass in winter with her hand. on the land. The music plays and the story continues.
She deliberately put on sports clothes, but nothing could help her. It was snowing in Tokyo. In such a brand new world, her eyes were full of confusion, sour or sweet. She knocked on her neighbor's green wooden door, and she found nothing in her simple and blunt dialogue.
"My name is Yuyue Yuyue." "How can I say that, there are many reasons, the environment is good, ...... I'm sorry." She said. Then she said nothing. The music played again.
The crowd on the street, the singing of the band on the campus, the brand-new bicycle, the slowly emerging scenery are all telling something. She bought a book and read it on a quiet park bench.
Black and white movies are clamoring unscrupulously. The story of the samurai seems to have nothing to do with anyone, only she is watching it very seriously, maybe because she is the only one who doesn't dare to think about anything.
The music is still paving the way, and the sun has a faint warmth. "Like calisthenics". She holds a fishing rod, the sky turns yellow, everything is kind and natural.
Forty minutes have passed, and the story is still playing the single quietly, as if the sky is light and there is no sunshine. And when the man in this bookstore shows up, does the story really begin? In any case, the music has changed, more ups and downs, more and more restless.
When she was talking about the person she was unrequited love with, her expression was happy, and the sky suddenly brightened. The violin sounded in the classroom, and the picture turned to the green grass. She said, "Last spring, he went to the university in Tokyo. I was devastated..."
"Musashino, Musashino..." She read again and again, "In the vast field, the image of him playing the guitar, the image like a wall mural, is deeply imprinted in my mind."
When that dialogue appeared, when the rain poured, when all the umbrellas broke at the same time, when the music climaxed and slowed down in an instant, did the story really begin? "With poor grades, I have to be admitted to university. Even the class teacher said it was a miracle. However, if I want to say that this is a miracle, I would like to call it: a miracle of love." While I was still guessing the plot and ending, the screen But it suddenly became dark, and the white subtitles swayed lightly.
And you say whether the story really begins.
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