Hernán Vera’s review published on Letterboxd:
"Only when I woke up, the only thing left would be a fleeting sense of loneliness... vanishing with a single tear, like the morning dew."
A dream is meaningless, unless you have someone to share it with. A dream is meaningless, unless you can build it alongside someone.
What is a dream? Is it something material, like a kingdom? Or is it the person that's in front of you? The person that means the most to you?
Damn it I can't fucking take it anymore. But I can't ask Miura to come back. It's just not possible. His struggle may live on with us, but we still have to challenge Death in the face alongside those we love.
Struggle, challenge and rise to struggle again! That's the only sword a struggler can use against death! Don't ever forget that!