Hanami (花見) and Japanese folk arts brought a mourning German man to his recently deceased wife and his (un)timely death. Laid dead by the lake side against the backdrop of snow-capped Mt. Fuji in a female Kimono and courtesan makeup, Rudi returned to the arms of his wife in his final imaginary dance. The background melody––"Little Black Book"–– is captivating. A few simple notes in a serene key correspond nicely with every little body twitch: the turn, the stretch, the drag, the drop. As if time was frozen and reversed by this perfect orchestration, his wife came back from the coffin to join him for the final moment.
The melody stopped. He clenched, and collapsed in her kimono. This is what true love is: transcendental of life and death, outside of space and time, boundless by language and culture, and communicable through arts and hearts. Life is finite, love is infinite.
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