"The Garden of Leaves" Shinkai Makoto
Silent, indescribable.
I love the rain. Because it brings the smell of the sky.
On sunny days, I always feel that I am locked up in a childish world, and I am extremely anxious.
Become gentle and powerful. Even if you are suddenly alone one day, you can live peacefully and not collapse.
The world is covered by the sound of rain, the confused heart will always want to flee, the raindrops hit the transparent umbrella surface, the raindrops fall in the ripples on the side of the road, maybe, hear, but the inner raindrops have never had a sound.
Yes, but not only.
Docile in front of everyone.
Twenty-seven years old, no smarter than I was when I was fifteen.
The sky is hazy and thunderous, but I hope that the wind and rain will stay here.
Every night before going to bed, every moment I open my eyes, I don't realize that I am praying for a rainy day.
You can't be weaker in order to be in love, but to become stronger.
Man acts out of feeling, not justice.
I always felt that her beauty was not very human. More like clouds in the distance, towering peaks, or rabbits and deer in snow-capped mountains, like part of the beauty of nature.
Strangers' umbrellas wet the hem of their uniforms, someone's suit smells of mothballs, the body temperature of others presses against their backs, and the turbid air-conditioning wind blows wildly.
You! Just like that, always say nothing about important things, and then put on a nonchalant expression, always alone, live a lifetime!
Days when nothing happened didn't exist.
All impulses were transformed into reckless embraces on this rainy night.
What he needs is not a definite future, but a new unknown.
Before you open your eyes, you know that it will not rain today, and salvation will not come so easily.
This man, his tone was so gentle, as if he were touching a fragile object, but in those days when even breathing was hard, you just listened to the voices around you and didn't believe my words.
Everyone lives on their backs in a hell that no one else can see.
I don't mind anyway, the so-called human beings are more or less abnormal.
Because of you, I began to look forward to the rain; because of you, I hoped that the rainy season would not end; because of you, I gave me the courage to move forward.
The first year of high school was spent like this: joy, happiness, and a little itchy anxiety—I always felt that life lacked a certain taste, but I couldn't remember the name of the seasoning.
Is it like this all your life, the most important words are never spoken, put on a look that does not care about themselves, and always go down alone.
Before "love" comes, people embrace "loneliness" and long for someone's deep feelings because of loneliness.
Work Company, the environment she's in on a daily basis, it's so far away to me, and it seems to me that she's speaking to the secrets of the whole world.
Only two things were clear, and to her, the fifteen-year-old me was nothing more than a child. Next, only making shoes can take me to a place that truly belongs to me.
Yukino Yukari: I've been there, training myself to take a single step, even without shoes, so? So, thank you for giving this time, Autumn Moon.
I knew almost nothing about her, occupation, age, what annoyances there were, even names, nevertheless, I was so attracted to her that I couldn't resist.
Even after a thousand years, the human heart remains unchanged. Isn't classical literature great?
The posters posted on the side of the road and the broken long night lights, the intersection was always like that, and all the people panicked.
At the other end of the curtain formed by the rain and maple leaves, the person who did not know the name of the fang was smiling and waving. It seemed to me that she was the secret of the whole world.
Yukino Baikari: Every morning, I get dressed and ready to go to school, but I am always overwhelmed by fear and unable to take a step. There, it is you, it is you who give me the strength to move forward!
Now I'm always trying to get something while losing something. Or, I'm going through a process of not getting anything and not hurting anyone, but losing myself even more.
"If it rains, would you like to stay?"
"Even if it doesn't rain, I'm here."
In the dream, I thought that life was very long, it would be so far away that I could not even see the end, but I did not expect that I hurriedly looked over, life, but it could no longer be reversed. In the present moment, I thought that time was so heavy that it would be so heavy that it would not even move the hour hand. I didn't expect to blow it gently, time, but never came back.
I felt a little cold, because I was walking alone in this misty drizzle, my palms and foreheads were wet, I didn't know when I became dark, it seemed that if I had to lean here all the time, I could wait for the light, and the silent drizzle outside poured out to me about the trifles of the day that I hadn't known or expected, and the quiet and the hot days were quietly changing in the whispers of the raindrops, and I heard these voices, and I didn't know when I fell asleep as usual.
Falling snow: like rainy days, like to listen to the sound of rain knocking on the world's ticking sound, like the world rendered by rain at this moment.