Don't let me meet you on the street

Romaine 2021-12-24 08:01:57

Will have such experience. When walking on the road, I will subconsciously look for someone, or always feel that there is a passer-by who is similar to that person. Although, knowing that Ta will not appear here, he will still look over and be in a daze. Then laugh at myself.

Suddenly I miss the days when I wrote letters ten years ago and the cloudy days of falling snow. I suddenly wanted to write letters and walk on the snow. The scene that drifted up and sitting in the back row of a swaying trolley when it was dark was 101 or 103 with me the longest. Looking at the house and the tree and the people receding outside the window blankly, because they are familiar, even if it is only a faint outline, they know where they are with peace of mind.

Later, I was not in a familiar city. I rarely take the bus here, and sometimes I get nervous just taking one or two stops. I have never taken a ride to see the distant miss. I will fly and then fly again, so short as if it never happened, there is no trace, and then it is forgotten.

There are still traces. I always feel desperate when I think about it, especially the beautiful parts, saying that love is like nine points of sourness and one point of sweetness like an orange. How can you feel sweet without the sourness. I am upside down, I taste the sweetness, and the back is sour. However, no matter how much sour you taste, the sweetness never comes back.

I also reflect on what makes me perverse, keep asking for it and rarely think of thanks. I don't know, that's it anyway, but it won't work in the future.

I was very outdated and only recently learned about Xin Haicheng, and at first thought it was a team, because his paintings are so detailed and exquisite. I only looked at her and her cat, smiling face, 5 centimeters per second. They are all pretty. Except for people and animals, he will depict all objects very realistically and beautifully, without losing every little detail. Light and shadow, color matching, really dreamy. People and animals only use simple lines. It can be anyone who wants to be substituted, and it can be every cat who wants to be in the show.

The speed is 5cm per second, and the light narrative is still a bit painful. At 55 minutes and 43 seconds, that a little outdated voice accompanied by the lyrics that turned up was scattered among the screens that kept flashing back, and I started crying. I think this ending is very good, I am very satisfied. After reading it again, go back to 55 minutes and 43 seconds, rewatch and cry again. Look again, still cry again.

What about a city, what about it, each has its own life, and each has its own sorrows and joys. Sometimes, I will send some text messages without the recipient's name in my heart, and then delete it word by word in my heart.

Why bother.




............ Divide it up obediently............

BTW, after four and a half years I couldn't help but interrupt it, it turned out very beautiful, hahahahahaha

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Extended Reading
  • Adam 2022-03-28 09:01:06

    In the long river of time, what we fear and guard carefully, enough to make life richer, and to give ourselves comfort and courage when we are depressed and depressed, are those that cannot be deleted, but are related to A teenage fragment that has nothing to do with his own life. That's enough.

  • Alycia 2021-12-24 08:01:57

    The five-second thoughts of a boyhood are better than the five springs and autumns of adulthood.

5 Centimeters per Second quotes

  • [first lines]

    Akari Shinohara: Hey... They say it's five centimeters per second.

    Takaki Toono: What do you mean?

    Akari Shinohara: The speed at which the sakura blossom petals fall... Five centimeters per second.

  • Takaki Toono: It must really be a lonelier journey than anyone could imagine. Cutting through absolute darkness, encountering nothing but the occasional hydrogen atom. Flying blindly into the abyss, believing therein lie the answers to the mysteries of the universe.