At this time when the old and the new are changing, I, alone in a foreign land, seem to be calling from the depths of my lonely heart – an unusual voice, a little dry, with a little trembling, like a child who has just finished crying issued. A person who lives alone, a lonely soul, wants to express his inner struggle, so he typed some contrived words. Even with a slight twist in my heart, I still stubbornly said in my heart: Sincerely, I wish every wandering traveler can continue to live peacefully in the new year, tenaciously and persistently, like weeds The ground, in the raging wind, lived tall and straight.
I love... by the way... yes, that soft butterfly is still stuck between the fingers and doesn't fly away, maybe it never flew away, I was the one who flew away. I, who was childishly denying everything, would be fine if I could do something to make up for it, but I fell silent again when I saw the wrinkles that appeared between my foreheads. What can silence bring us, is it more silence? The overlapping silences formed a bottomless valley between us. Looking at each other, it seems that there are some words that are about to flow out of their mouths, but in any case, they die with their closed teeth. hold on. What kind of mood do you have at the other end, typing each word and sending a short line of "We are waiting for you to come back"?
The emotion pressing on people's heart is so heavy, how can language express it completely? "Love", this vulgar, indulgent, and profound word, can I say it generously? With such a flood of words, why can't I say it every time I send it to my mouth? Pale as it, simple ten strokes, can I express the longing in my heart? So wandering, hesitating, afraid, afraid of all drastic changes, resisting all delusions. He put shackles on himself and used noble and hypocritical spells to cover up his unwillingness. While dancing alone, he did not forget to imagine that there was a person watching him on the opposite side and danced with him. But the music will eventually stop, the lights will go out, the curtain will fall, and at this moment, I have to face the darkness of only one person, sobbing secretly. Only at this moment can I belatedly confront the child and say: Even if I can't express it completely, I have to say it and write it, because if I don't express it, people will be endless. silent. If there is an abyss around everyone, how can we embrace each other and breathe each other? Our hearts are so eager for touch and love from each other, how can we be willing to be silent? So, embrace, talk, write, and bravely express the loneliness, hardship, longing, love, everything in your heart.
Thank you KyoAni, thank you Violet, thank the child for bringing a touch of warmth and comfort to this blindfolded soul struggling in the dark.
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