Before Platonic love, because when I heard or saw it, I undoubtedly remembered the dead Plato, and then I wanted the rationality he advocated, and I remembered his book "Ideal State".

However, things are not what they seem on the surface, and the innermost layer is actually the word rational.

Maybe Plato's love is exactly what I'm looking for, so why not be sure? Because I look at reality and feel like I'm not strong enough.

Her husband died, leaving behind a large farm, with her son, and she was a mother and a father, a woman? Completely as a man, what is heavy to live under her hands, from rusty to practice makes perfect. In Hokkaido, there is a long winter, a short summer, a woman, alone against the cold, endure the heat, hardship and happiness.

The wife borrowed from a loan shark and had no money to repay, and the owner of the money came to collect the debt, so she hanged herself. He, working outside the home, quickly returned home, because of his anger caused a death, and then lived a life on the run.

One rainy night, he lied that he was lost and spent the night in her cowshed, and the next day, he thanked him and left in a hurry. So, the two of them untied the rope that would not have had any intersection.

A year later, he took the bag and returned to the woman's house again, telling her that he could help with the work, and only wanted to have a place to live and pay at will. She hesitated, but then agreed.

The two of them are a real encounter.

He is hard-working, can fight, can ride horses, does things in a down-to-earth manner, does not like to talk, and her son likes this strange uncle who suddenly came home. Although she was suspicious and puzzled about him, but later it was gradually erased by more and more days.

When she finally stopped having doubts, she learned that he was going back, and told the reason why he was going back and turned himself in. She bowed her head and was silent, and her heart was often mixed, and it should be more sour. He got on the train with the plainclothes policeman, and she appeared on it, hinting: Takeshi and I will wait for you, and then gave a yellow handkerchief, which is the color of happiness.

This is the end of the story.

From beginning to end, I didn't say a word, I like you, and I didn't look at each other affectionately and deliberately, a glance, a help, a rescue, just silently recognized, silently worked, everything was quiet, but it was like stormy waves. Of course, it is our hearts that become long, long, and difficult to let go of because of that pure love.

If it is easy to get a platonic love, there will be no such feeling, because it is extremely precious, so yearning. Because I want it, I am moved.

Now this kind of love, even if it is a love story, is like a total lunar eclipse, short and unattainable. It was shaken by a lot of external, internal factors, and even completely denied, although I didn't say it in detail, everyone will understand, think about it, even I, a girl who is not deeply involved in the world, understands, hehe.

Women are waiting for men, waiting for a companion for the second half of their lives, who are you waiting for?