Love is kindness, and protection is justice. And waiting is a homework, because in this life, the gathering is so short and the separation is so long.
To be cared for, to be liked, to be fed, to be loved.
Give trust, give youth, give waiting, give love.
Akita Inu Xiaohachi's world is so simple - since he has happily received kindness, he will repay it with the morality of loyalty and filial piety.
Because I have been loved.
Sooner or later, the line that ties us to each other will also break - in front of a certain platform in our relationship, on trains going in different directions, and at the gate of the station leading to heaven, we are forced to stop and cannot continue. Who to follow.
Sadness is helpless, we did not get a ticket to the next station with them, we lost the qualification to travel with them.
After that moment, we will lose each other forever and be left alone in this world.
And we are bound to not wait.
Because we are not Xiao Ba, as a dog, Xiao Ba has nothing, so he spends half his life waiting for the qualification to follow the owner from the station again in his life.
We knew from the beginning that they would never come back when they left.
Compared with Xiaoba, we are smart enough to be Xiaoxin's shameful people.
When passing by Shibuya, she saved a photo of Hachi in her camera.
At the exit of the station, there is a statue of a loyal dog that is always sitting and waiting for the return of its owner.
She said you still remember a dog that came to the tea room that year, with a round body, black eyes, and a fluffy tail.
That is the Akita Inu, the same dog as Hachiko.
She said that the only person in the world who would love you wholeheartedly, except your parents, is your dog.
There are hundreds of photos she took, including Inari Temple, Lake Toya, only the scenery, no people. Only the one next to Hachiko has her own shadow.
This time, the man did not follow her back.
Singing Облака, he was in a strange country several time zones away.
He suddenly said that he wanted to have a dog. After that, he bought a light-colored coat and a long scarf, and took a picture of it and posted it to me on the Internet.
I'm handsome again, but unfortunately I don't have an accordion. ——He said under the photo, and then PS: Where else do you like, I will go for you, what song you like, I will sing it for you.
Wearing clothes that didn't match him at all, the beautiful man standing under the pine tree smiled, his eyebrows had begun to look unfamiliar, and there were two backpacks at his feet.
Everything is announcing the growing distance.
At that time I was preparing for a goodbye with my family.
A lot of despair, a lot of reluctance, and a lot of struggle are no match for what I have to face. I thought the relationship was kinked by blood, but it finally fell apart before the deadline.
On the last day of our reunion, one of the lyrics I wrote was "What's wrong with going against the sky for me".
With all kinds of grief, I finally calmly followed my fate, abandoned all delusions, humbly crawls in front of impermanence, let go of my close relatives who welcomed me to this world.
On the day I sent her on the road, the last look I gave her before separation broke my three-month persistence.
From this day on, my mother left with my father, who had been away for many years, and will never come back.
"We used to be together".
This memory is like a frittata, only a small piece, delicate and delicious, but the mere act of pinching it can cause it to drop a lot of crumbs.
But it has a long time to enjoy, until the last day of our lives.
With this, I will not be afraid of anything, because we are not little eight, because we still have a lot, so, the people I love, please leave before me.
Let me stand here and send you off, and let me cry alone when you are gone.
Maybe how warm the hug in the memory is, how cold the winter after separation will be. Before being hugged by someone again, you can only rely on yourself to hug yourself to keep warm.
But that's okay, don't worry, we all have soft fur and teeth.
We'll keep going, and we won't be stuck for too long.
But on the platform of separation, we all left behind a small piece of our soul torn from our hearts.
This small piece of soul with our memories will become Xiao Ba, sitting here forever, not waiting, but as a coordinate of "someone once left here", guarding our past memories.
In the purple evening wind of the setting sun, the fluffy tail was swaying slightly.
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