to 2015,
I remember when I watched it for the first time in 2007, it was also this cold spring.
I can even recall the unwarmed twilight coming in through the window in the evening after the broadcast.
Memory is a living
being, an indestructible virus
, reincarnation, multiple dreams in the brain,
vines that grow independently of the body,
ginkgo leaves and golden butterflies that you see every autumn.
Ten years have passed, and today I finally dare to look back. The language grows paler.
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