On a stormy afternoon, I turned on the TV alone and watched the movie “Drive my car” adapted from Haruki Murakami’s short story on Netflix. Those who survive are always missing those who left. We love someone and betray them while loving them. The dialogue in the movie was trenchant which moved the audience. I don’t know if this trenchancy comes from the author, playwright, or director. Anyway, I plan to review the original work before reading his new work.
In daily life, we are always hurt by the closest people. Everything is changing, and the uncertainty makes us uneasy and anxious. The more you trust, the more you care, so the wounds that don’t bleed are hidden deep and unknown. There are always endless sequins on the carpet of the room, but no one wants to reveal that secret because even so they don’t want to lose. Many uncertainties come together to generate one certainty, and perhaps some things have already slowly passed away. I stubbornly stood still, unwilling to take my own path, but turned around and see you gazing in the distance. Standing alone in the blue sky after the storm, a very short rainbow suddenly appeared in front of me. I was not surprised by the rainbow after the rain, but I disliked that the shape of the rainbow was not perfect enough and the time it stayed was not long enough.