"indestructible"

Bobbie 2021-11-22 18:54:22

1. As a non-professional corrupt girl, the first thing to say is of course: love has nothing to do with gender.

A look from Louis made Watanabe Nagano completely fall, and a sadomasochism of "I want to be friends with you, but you are the enemy of Japan" began.






Watanabe Nagano: It hurts you and my heart if you hit it with that stick. Knowing that you are an Olympic champion, I look forward to seeing your glory back then. It’s a pity that you’ve been devastated for so many years. You’re not as good as before. The moment you fell under me, I wanted to lower myself to help you, but I couldn’t, everyone. Looking at me and telling me how to bow my head, I can only love you and love you again and again in my way.

When I learned that the Japanese government TV station was going to take you away, I went to find you in the middle of the night, and hit you with a stick. I felt pain when I saw you bleeding. I took out my handkerchief and gave it to you. I hope you don’t. forget me.

But you came back unconvincingly. Did you come back because you missed me? Why or why, I don't want it, I would rather you all be well. I can’t restrain the longing and anger in my heart. This time I can’t put my hands, but I can only let them do it. I see them punching you. stick. When you fell helplessly on the ground, I stayed up all night, one day or two days, do you know how much my heart hurts? You don't know, you may never know.

That day, I finally got promoted. The day before I left, when watching the show, I sat beside you specially, like a little woman, "I got promoted, and I am leaving tomorrow." (Actually, I think Say, I’m leaving, I don’t have to look at you every day, torture you, and love you in my way.) But you ignore people, so I have to ask again, "Don’t you congratulate me?" You No words. You know that at that moment, people were going crazy with you. That night, I sat in front of the window and looked at the training ground and cried for a long time, fearing that I would never see you again.

The next day, I'm leaving, goodbye, my love.

The war situation is getting more and more intense. I learned that your concentration camp has fallen. I will transfer you to a remote snow-capped concentration camp for coal mining. Even if you die, even if you work hard, I will see you again, I said to myself. So, I applied to my superiors for transfer to your concentration camp. You are really here, all of you are thinly dressed and trembling, and you are already exhausted and almost fainted. I watched from upstairs, secretly distressed for you.

See you again, the same opening, the first time I walked in front of you, I deliberately didn’t look at you, I wanted to see your reaction, but you didn’t look at me, I can’t see you again for the first time The look in my eyes. I couldn't bear the excitement in my heart, and asked you "Why didn't you stare at me?" You still remained silent. I feel really upset in my heart, I can only love you in my way again, hitting you with my stick again and again.

The days of the concentration camp were not as good as before, with ice and snow, thin clothes, and watching you step by step so hard, I really feel distressed. Those legs, the legs that used to be you are the most proud of, but now you have been tortured by the war. That day, someone fell down the stairs. I was so afraid that the next one would be you, but I couldn't do anything. I looked at it from a distance and couldn't shake it.

Suddenly one day, someone gave you a push and your ankle was injured. I was so worried about you. The next day, you still went to work on time, but you were already physically exhausted and leaning on the pillar, I couldn't bear it, how could I be so cruel. I ordered someone to bring you here and want to see with my own eyes how you are doing. There is no way, I can only let you move that pillar. In fact, I know that with your ability you will be able to move that pillar. Seeing how difficult it is for you to move, I really took a breath for you. Due to my status as a chief, I can’t stop you. I can only ask you to lift the pillar a little bit, and even order your subordinates "If he puts down." , He was shot on the spot." I held my stick tightly and watched you helplessly, even if it was only the last glance. The eyes of the audience were all watching you, and they were all moved by your perseverance. At that moment, I was happy, excited, and distressed. I was happy "Look at everyone, the man I love, he is so strong and full of charm", and distressed "What if you put it down and I can't see you anymore?" You suddenly uttered and exhausted all your strength. At that moment, I was also stopped by you and shouted "Look at me! Look!" Look at me!!" At this moment, the whole world belongs only to me and you. Starting with this look, will it end with this look? From the look in your eyes, I can see anger, unyielding and unforgiving, and also see your deep love for me. But what should we do? We are not born at the right time. In this life, we will never be together. I yelled and drove the people around me, cherished every minute and every second I spent with you, and loved each other in our special way-hitting you with a stick or even a punch on your face. If one foot falls on you, will you forget me? The me who always beats you and scolds you but loves you deeply? I looked at you lying on the ground, and I also sat slumped on the ground, crying, helpless, just wanting to be with you for the last moment.

Finally, the war is over. About to leave this once beautiful and painful place, how can I live without you again. That day, I made the bed, cleaned the house, and prepared to leave. Looking at the medium (the stick) we love, I decided to leave it here, where we have been in love before and have been happy and painful, too much Memories are given in it. Finally, I glanced out the window again, there is no longer you, so I closed the door, too late to say "Sayo Lala, Sarah hey"

After the war, I spent most of my life in prison, but I could never forget you. Are you married? Have you met your beloved girl? Do you love her? do you still remember me? One question after another, I kept thinking about it for a lifetime. Suddenly one day, you said you want to see me, I was so excited, but decided to reject you. The me who tortured you in those years, the me who hit you again and again, what face do I have to see you again and pray for your forgiveness?

Let us remember the appearance of our green back then, back then, I who loved you but couldn't be with you. Let me go through my life alone, and grow old with that good memory alone...







Louis: The first time I saw you, Watanabe Nagano, with such a lovely face, is it an angel? Can't help but look at you deeply. But you found it, you walked up to me, such a beautiful and harmless face, I really want to touch it. However, the result is different from what I thought. You are a violent madman. When you first met, you had a black and swollen nose with a quilt. From then on, I know that this love is not easy.

Why do you like to punish me so much? Do you know that I love you deeply? Do you know how much my heart hurts when you hit me? Until that night, you suddenly came to me involuntarily and hit me with a stick on my head. I bleed. You see, tenderly took out the handkerchief and handed it to me. At that moment, although it was bleeding, my heart was It's hot. The next day, I learned that I was about to leave, and I might never come back and never see you again. Although I thought I could tell my family that I was alive, I was afraid I would never see you again.

After a few days of normal life, the Japanese government forced me to broadcast treason speeches. Of course I did not want to. So I was sent back to you again, I thought you would be very happy, but when I stood in front of you, you said, "From the first time I saw your eyes, I knew we could be friends. But you are the enemy of the Japanese Empire." At that moment, it seemed that there were ten thousand arrows pierced in my heart, "Why, why, and why..." I asked myself why this world is so cruel. Let's meet like this? Although, you let the prisoners of war punch me with a punch, I know, you can't bear it, you have the same heartache as me, don't you? I was beaten and bruised, lying on the ground, aching all over, and my heart empty.

During the performance that day, I was still thinking about one day I could escape from this place, but you quietly came to me and whispered, "I have been promoted, and I will leave this place tomorrow." What? Leave? Did you leave like this? I'll never see it again...how do I feel intricate in my heart, but I can't utter a word. As if you were angry, you said angrily, "Don't you congratulate me?". "Congratulations?" Congratulations what, I was thinking, congratulations on leaving this ghost place? Congratulations on your promotion? Congratulations on never being abused by you again? I read your anger, but couldn’t get back a word... The

next day, you really left... The

war situation changed and we were transferred to a very remote snow-capped mountain concentration camp. Looking at the snow-capped mountains, I was thinking , I’ll never see you again in this life... I might die here, and where are you.

When we arrived at the concentration camp, we were trembling passively, and I almost fell down because of exhaustion. At this time, I heard a familiar voice, yes! ! Your voice! ! There is still you in this bleak winter. You introduced yourself again, walking past me without a trace of stay, my heart was shocked, did you forget me? ? You must have forgotten me... When you were sad and sad, you suddenly stopped me and asked me why I didn’t look at you. I didn’t dare... Give you a passionate kiss). As a result, you hit me again... The life in the
concentration camp was really difficult . I didn't have enough food every day, didn't wear warm clothes, didn't take a shower, and did heavy work. That day, my ankle was also injured, my proudest leg! I just leaned on the pillar to rest, but you ordered someone to pull me over and even asked me to move that pillar. I was so sad, I was hurt... But you forced me like this, do you want me to die? ? I will not let you succeed, nor will I let you down! ! ! I want you to see, I am a real man! I will not succumb, I will not let you see my fragile side, otherwise, how can I be worthy of your love? ! !

With my last roar, I raised the pillar, everyone cheered for me, and your expression seemed a little caught off guard. You yelled and made me look at you. Are you angry? I look at you with bloody eyes, look deeply! At that moment, I remembered seeing you for the first time, so touching, the little bit of getting along with you, painful and happy. You screamed, angrily poked my stomach with a stick, and landed on me with punches and kicks, screaming in pain, with a bleak and helpless voice. In the end, he knelt down beside me, very pitiful. And I, aching all over, also aching for our helpless love.

Finally, the war was won. The time for parting has really come.

There was a lot of joy, but I couldn't be happy and couldn't tell the reason.

You have already withdrawn. I don't know where you have been, but I really want to see where you used to live. Go miss it. Staggering upstairs, looking from room to room, finally, I saw the stick that has been with you, quietly leaning against the wall. Looking at your bed, sink, desk, everything is in order, but you are no longer there. I sat on the ground, quietly looking at the picture frame on the desk. In the picture frame was a picture of you and your father when I was young. I stood upright like that, expressionless, but with firm eyes. Like when I saw you for the first time, that look, smile, so cute, with firm eyes without hesitation.

Maybe, never see again... Many years later, I got married and had children, but I never forgot about you. Years later, I finally had the opportunity to see you again, but you refused to meet. Maybe you want to remember what each other looked like when they were young, the look in the eyes, the smile, the person who had been in love with each other.





2. I have to say that the life in the concentration camps is not easy, but I feel like migrant workers in China, doing the hardest work, with the meager wages or even getting paid, and the risk factor is several times higher.

Socialist countries, those wolves in sheep's clothing, when you see the days of the concentration camp, don't you feel anything? Although the war did not build concentration camps in China, our people are ruthlessly building “concentration camps” one after another, squeezing the last bit of capital! !

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Unbroken quotes

  • [first lines]

    Phil: [in cockpit] We are here.

    Cup: [over radio] At 8,000 feet. This is it, boys.

    Phil: [over radio] You got it, Zamp?

    Louis Zamperini: [dialing in bombing scope] Roger.

    Lambert: You hit this one, drinks are on me.

    Louis Zamperini: I ain't going to a bar with you, handsome. You confuse all the broads.

    Mac: [wolf-whistles]

    Phil: Get your cameras, boys. I'm gonna light it up like Christmas.

  • Young Pete: You can do this Lou. You just gotta believe you can.

    Young Louie: I don't believe.