How short life is...
I don't know how to write this entry in Vietnamese so I ended up to write it in English.
My English is not good (actually it's bad) but now it's not the problem anymore.
Harada Yoshio-san passed away in this last Tuesday.
I read the NEWS last night and felt a little sad. But tonight after subbing and get ready to go bed I watched a short clip in that SMAP (Kimura Takuya-san, Nakai Masahiro-san) came to attend Harada-san's funeral.
I felt so lonely and sad that I wanted to phone to nashi and cry loudly but now she's not at home, I know.
So in the end, I silently sat on the chair, in the cold wind of the electric fan and started to feel empty, so empty....
In the middle of July, I felt my body freezing.
It was short, and it was long, it was a life, that just passed away...
I never thought that one day I would read NEWS about his death. Somehow it's like everything has happened in front of my eyes. He smiled with his naughty son in Engine, he looked at Jiro's eyes and the father's love reached the son. Then in Suna no Utsuwa, he took the torch, burnt down the Oohata vilage and with his little Hideo, they went into the journey that never had tomorrow...
Now he's gone.
I looked at the face of Kimura-san when he's in his car. Tired, depressed and thoughtful as if he has spent many years in an eye-wink.
In an instant, I realized that now I come a little close to the end of myself.
And many people I love, are coming to the end of themself too.
How short life is...
My English is not good (actually it's bad) but now it's not the problem anymore.
Harada Yoshio-san passed away in this last Tuesday.
I read the NEWS last night and felt a little sad. But tonight after subbing and get ready to go bed I watched a short clip in that SMAP (Kimura Takuya-san, Nakai Masahiro-san) came to attend Harada-san's funeral.
I felt so lonely and sad that I wanted to phone to nashi and cry loudly but now she's not at home, I know.
So in the end, I silently sat on the chair, in the cold wind of the electric fan and started to feel empty, so empty....
In the middle of July, I felt my body freezing.
It was short, and it was long, it was a life, that just passed away...
I never thought that one day I would read NEWS about his death. Somehow it's like everything has happened in front of my eyes. He smiled with his naughty son in Engine, he looked at Jiro's eyes and the father's love reached the son. Then in Suna no Utsuwa, he took the torch, burnt down the Oohata vilage and with his little Hideo, they went into the journey that never had tomorrow...
Now he's gone.
I looked at the face of Kimura-san when he's in his car. Tired, depressed and thoughtful as if he has spent many years in an eye-wink.
In an instant, I realized that now I come a little close to the end of myself.
And many people I love, are coming to the end of themself too.
How short life is...