I'm an air figure, a surrogate for addressing libido.
When watching her slowly wash the sexual products, or silently receive sexual intercourse, it is a feeling that her heart has been hollowed out again and again by warm filling. As her, she can't escape her essence.
She is an air humanoid, but she got a heart because of karma. It is a heart that will love and feel pain. So this is a world in which people are slowly observed through the eyes of a human being. All the characters have more or less injured and incomplete sides. Everyone is the same. There is air in the heart, waiting for another to fill him up. Full.
So the same is true of Chunyi's death, and she can't breathe her breath into Chunyi's strength, just like the warmth that people lack in their hearts. Finally, throw away Junichi like garbage, and in the sun, in all kinds of beautiful garbage, gradually disappear. Everything came so peacefully, even the two different deaths were so peaceful and beautiful.
Japanese movies always express human nature in a very euphemistic and beautiful way. It is not direct, but implicit. The rhythm of the whole film is slow, surrounded by warm and bright sunlight, everyone has their own story, but it is not a violent performance like digging deep, but a telling like a long stream of water, not urgent or urgent, implicit to deep.
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