The freshness continues like this. until now.
that girl. Obviously like a ray of sunshine in the classroom. Shine in and we had a good laugh.
From Hokkaido to Tokyo to go to university, it was a dream. From one dream to another. The motivation for everything came from the senior she had a crush on, as if she didn't believe that she would succeed, but she was caught off guard by what she had achieved. In the face of independence, freshness, numbness, warmth, indifference, closeness, fear. . . Walking among bookstores, cinemas, schools, and homes, touching all the beauty.
And the movie ends quickly. This makes me accustomed to lengthy films disappointed and happy. The short film of more than one hour depicts this endless running account in a freehand manner.
What we remember is often the details. That shabby red umbrella, that ridiculous exercise of throwing a rain pole, that curry that I made by myself, that gentle and bewildered look when I saw the senior, that uneasy lunch on the first day of school. . .
Iwai Shunji. Give us. hint.
She can continue to go to the bookstore to communicate with the seniors later. Maybe when she goes to the bookstore again, she finds that the senior has quit the job. She can meet a boy who likes the same and let go of the dark feelings of the past.
Iwai Shunji. Give us. guess.
Perhaps it should still be grouped with Love Letters. White. And that memorable piano piece.
Flowing happily. silently. April. I'm coming.
I'm gone too.
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