"I have been running around ignorantly in this life, because your eyes have turned into light."
I returned to the scene of the accident. The place where the car was buried had been cordoned off. The flimsy yellow cloth strips rustled in the wind, and a smell of greasy and sweet burn lingered in the mountain wind. If it's summer, with one day of light rain and one day of sunshine, lush green grass will grow, making everything traceless.
I kneel down and kiss the ground where you are buried.
If we say farewell forever, I would rather not shed tears and keep my luck until I am convinced by time.
This is a special story that does not involve time travel or fairy tales. It unfolds step by step the fantasy and romance of Hayao Miyazaki in a declining town full of secrets.
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