“i liked the colour of your eyes.“the colour of my eyes? “your eyes when i first met you. they were divided in half. it was like a quiet lake, mesmerising colour of serenity.”“and the other half?”“the colour of despair. ““the colour of despair.”but I didn’t dislike it.”
this movie was a burning asteroid ready to rip my heart out.
“did you know there’s a theory that memory lies in the heart?”
koyomi had such a beautiful simplicity around her, constantly. whether she was sitting besides yukisuke, lying in her hospital bed, making her taiyaki for her customers, or discussing sine cosine with a student, she always maintained a lighthearted attitude as a character, I had an impression that she was living in a dream, and when yukisuke was with her, the burden of work and his disability and loneliness vaporised and he was free, drawn to the freedom of koyomi. koyomi was his escape; after work, he’d trudge to her stall and buy her taiyaki. he’d witness her infecting people around her with her optimistic outlook and stories.
“is this your home?
it stopped raining.”
the scenery and the likewise watered down, easy shots and silences were very pleasing. what is it with japanese movies from 2016-19 with beautiful scenery and longing silences?! (i will continue to eat it up every single time anyway)
i did wish we could’ve had a little backstory on yukisuke’s leg and how that happened, but the story was completed without it anyway (it would’ve been more of a bonus than an unanswered question).
the story of the father burning his life, his sixty years was something that resonated with me too. he watched it burn in his yard and then the next day continued as though nothing happened at all. i find the subtle destruction but rebuilding of life very interesting. with one decision, his living of the past sixty years was discarded. there were calendars to prove he’d been alive, but without his diaries, what had he to show of the last six decades? his survival or his living?
“my heart aches every time i see you wake up in the morning. you don’t remember me yesterday.”
im glad yukisuke found his own bliss with koyomi. it seems to me he’d went through much normalcy before koyomi, who brightened up his days again.
“i liked the colour of your eyes.“the colour of my eyes? “your eyes when i first met you. they were divided in half. it was like a quiet lake, mesmerising colour of serenity.”“and the other half?”“the colour of despair. ““the colour of despair.”but I didn’t dislike it.”
this movie was a burning asteroid ready to rip my heart out.
“did you know there’s a theory that memory lies in the heart?”
koyomi had such a beautiful simplicity around her, constantly. whether she was sitting besides yukisuke, lying in her hospital bed, making her taiyaki for her customers, or discussing sine cosine with a student, she always maintained a lighthearted attitude as a character, I had an impression that she was living in a dream, and when yukisuke was with her, the burden of work and his disability and loneliness vaporised and he was free, drawn to the freedom of koyomi. koyomi was his escape; after work, he’d trudge to her stall and buy her taiyaki. he’d witness her infecting people around her with her optimistic outlook and stories.
“is this your home?
it stopped raining.”
the scenery and the likewise watered down, easy shots and silences were very pleasing. what is it with japanese movies from 2016-19 with beautiful scenery and longing silences?! (i will continue to eat it up every single time anyway)
i did wish we could’ve had a little backstory on yukisuke’s leg and how that happened, but the story was completed without it anyway (it would’ve been more of a bonus than an unanswered question).
the story of the father burning his life, his sixty years was something that resonated with me too. he watched it burn in his yard and then the next day continued as though nothing happened at all. i find the subtle destruction but rebuilding of life very interesting. with one decision, his living of the past sixty years was discarded. there were calendars to prove he’d been alive, but without his diaries, what had he to show of the last six decades? his survival or his living?
“my heart aches every time i see you wake up in the morning. you don’t remember me yesterday.”
im glad yukisuke found his own bliss with koyomi. it seems to me he’d went through much normalcy before koyomi, who brightened up his days again.
