Riding a bicycle, carrying a beloved girl, galloping.
Wrapped in his coat, but determined not to burden him.
Waiting for the sunrise together quietly.
The morning sun is rising, and the sky is full of colorful clouds.
finally. finally. Hesitate to say: I like you! Although, although not now, I will definitely become a first-class violin maker. Can you marry me then?
A scene I saw on TV by chance. Keep it in mind for a long time. Yesterday, I accidentally transferred to Hayao Miyazaki's group and immediately judged that it was this "Listen to Ear".
I was just moved by the phrase "I like you" and the simple beauty. It's only because of the seriousness of the boy's promise and the girl's determination. I believe in such a beauty. I thought it should be that way at that age. I thought the phrase "I like you" is all.
Oh. Do not. I'm not that old anymore.
Oh yes. I certainly know how fragile such a promise is. Of course know the unpredictable future.
But we have all been rational in reality for too long. Can we remove all the pretense and pretending to be strong, and let our hearts soften? Just a moment.
Watched quietly. Then suddenly remembered the past. Remember my 15 years old. 15 years old. What an alienated number. What a fragrant and beautiful age. I was so attentive when I was studying. Also quietly weave dreams with words. Also so stubborn and firm. I also tried very hard to see what my future would look like.
I also liked a boy that way. Because of his light, I feel insignificant. even. Frankly speaking, even if he knows later, he may not be regarded as the best one. Has he been able to regain his self-confidence?
Because of a teenager, he worked very, very hard. Even if you can't surpass him, I hope to be able to get close to him. Can stand together equally. In fact, my high school entrance examination results are really amazingly good. Better than him. However, because of the competition, he sat firmly in the classroom of the science experiment class. Learn advanced mathematics.
Like a boy so innocently. Want nothing. In my own small world, my joys and sorrows are related to him.
later.
later.
The already thin feelings are infinitely diluted by time. Finally, I can calmly listen to people talking about him. When they met, they could smile and say "HI!"
Everything is over.
Just still remember the pure beauty at the beginning.
Let us be in the music of "Conutry Road", in the scene like a dream, in the familiar feeling.
one person. quietly. quietly.
Looking back at the original beauty.
The boy who had loved it with heart.
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