분야
hwp My bike ignites!
Farewell, useless Father
Farewell, Grandmother
Farewell, Buddha of Ushiku
Farewell...
"Baby,
the Stars Shine Bright"
And farewell, Ichigo
Its too late to say this, but...
I wish I had been born
in the Rococo era
Kamikaze Girls: The End
Thats a bit too short
so lets rewind a little
Rococo
th century France
at its most lavish
It made Baroque look positively sober
An obscure, neglected period
Rarely mentioned in class
Critics called its art "cloying"...
Shallow, vulgar and indecent
Life then was like candy
Their world, so sweet and dreamy
That was Rococo
Girdles were tightened for
beautys sake
Too tight for breathing
It was...
Very cute!
Or so they said
Ridiculous!
Hedonism and lovemaking were all
that mattered
Out of bed, they liked embroidery
Then it was back to the bedroom
And then? Countryside walks
I was smitten by Rococo
A frilly dress
and strolls in the country
Thats how I wanted to live!
Its not happening
Not in st century lbaraki
This is Shimotsuma
Paddy-fields, not countryside
I live here
Shit on my shoes
minutes on foot
to Shimotsuma station
Its faster by bike but not as elegant
In this outfit
Isnt that Ryugasakis daughter?
Where are you going in
that frilly dress?
Tokyo
What for?
Clothes shopping
But Jusco sells everything
Jusco?
The supermarket?
Dont you know anything?
Shimotsumas branch has much more
They have anything you want
Much more than Parco
This polo shirt was yen
This was only yen
This blouse was yen
This is from Jusco
This, too
The people here are...
completely twisted
Is it due to a lack of
parental communication?
To go to Tokyo...
you take the Joso line to Toride
Only trains an hour
...communication is vital
While we wait, heres my profile
Lets take a look!
"The Life of Momoko Ryugasaki"
I wasnt born here
or in France...
but in far-away Amagasaki
Get out of my face!
The locals were mostly gangsters
Nothing but pachinko parlors
and counterfeiters
Each stall undercutting the next
Get it cheap!
Everyone obsessed with bargains
Everyone is born in a tracksuit
They die in a tracksuit, too
It was tracksuit country
and for me it was hometown
Gangsters here graduate from Yanki
to Yakuza
As Father did in his youth
Lets go!
I cant do it!
And so, my parents met
This ludicrous encounter led to
my birth
A shotgun wedding
Dad put family first
Cough up the money!
Thats for baby milk
Asshole!
Thought we were stupid?
I need my pinkie...
to play piano
Hes expelled
He was a useless father
Its hour to Toride
Then minutes to Ueno
on the Joban line
Tokyos a long way off
Mother left home after I began school
Then the divorce papers came
Who does she think she is?
But even in this crisis...
So what?
...was my take
Silently they die
I was an indifferent child
Hes hopeless
Hes totally mediocre. A born loser
But your new dad is nice
Doesnt drink or gamble
I wonder...
why he finds me so attractive?
Its still a mystery...
He was the gynaecologist...
who delivered me
Doctor!
Madam!
Doctor
Madam
