"Women are property and are exchanged like objects. As gifts. ‘Don’t get married’. And yet, I did it myself. I fell love with someone I shouldn't have..."
“There are so many things I still want to do for you” Knowing that there is not much time for her, Satoko is desperately holding on to the man that granted her a will to live. There is not much time. Shinpei knows. She knows. And here I am, crying so much. This are probably her last days, and all she wants is to grant the love of her life the gift of appreciating life itself, as he did with her. She will not be there to enjoy the life Shinpei showed her, neither to teach him all the things he never got to learn. There is not much time left, and there is so much to do, so much to say.
I’m almost sure that that old man reading the letter is Shinpei. And that makes me feel so sad, and yet, warm. I am jumping to conclusions here, but if that is Shinpei, he might lived that far because of her.
"Women are property and are exchanged like objects. As gifts. ‘Don’t get married’. And yet, I did it myself. I fell love with someone I shouldn't have..."
“There are so many things I still want to do for you” Knowing that there is not much time for her, Satoko is desperately holding on to the man that granted her a will to live. There is not much time. Shinpei knows. She knows. And here I am, crying so much. This are probably her last days, and all she wants is to grant the love of her life the gift of appreciating life itself, as he did with her. She will not be there to enjoy the life Shinpei showed her, neither to teach him all the things he never got to learn. There is not much time left, and there is so much to do, so much to say.
I’m almost sure that that old man reading the letter is Shinpei. And that makes me feel so sad, and yet, warm. I am jumping to conclusions here, but if that is Shinpei, he might lived that far because of her.