is a story about waiting. Of course, it is still an unknown result, and it makes people nostalgic for the process of waiting.
I watched this movie on a quiet autumn night.
I don't remember the details very well, but it reminds me of that very pure feeling.
The feelings at that time were just like that without impurities. What everyone wanted was love (perhaps the feelings at that time could not be called love). I'm a nostalgic person, always thinking that the old days were better, and I always feel that I am not as happy as I was in the past.
Simple plot, simple character dialogue and psychology, it seems to be casually recording the daily life of a college girl. Everyone's life, walking around the city on a bicycle, shopping a bookstore to buy a lot of books, cooking too many meals to finish... Those kind of simple days are ordinary, even if it was a little Feeling lonely is now a luxury that can no longer be touched.
Seeing that Yamazaki in the movie keeps opening the umbrella in the rain in order to find a good umbrella for Uzuki, I think the purpose of this movie has been achieved, and Uzuki's wish has also been achieved. A high school girl, for the sake of a senior she likes, breaks through and gets into the famous university where he is, and finds the bookstore where he works, and meets him "by chance". That little thought is funny and cute.
When I think about it, I seem to have had such delicate and careful thoughts back then, but I can't remember anything when I think about it carefully. After all, after so many years, my heart has become rough and numb.
I think, a person must experience a crush when he is young, think about it, and worry about it. In the matter of love, success is in heaven, failure is me, and it will remain unchanged for thousands of years. If a person does not have an unforgettable crush in his life, then How do you know how happy it is to be in love?
When I watched the film for the first time, I still liked Yuye very much. I think I still love this kind of infatuation. Sometimes unrequited love is not a person, but a period of growth, a fleeting eternity. Everyone has secrets, such as why they live the way they are, why they leave. We all have a high-sounding reason to deal with others, but keep a real past for ourselves...
It is tiring to stick to a person, especially stick to a love that cannot be called love, to be attached to a kind of love that should not be attached. Existence... how time lurches through the skin, only I know best. It's just that prosperity and decay always have a reason, so why blame the wind?
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