Beautiful Slow Life

When people are born in this world, they don't have any memories.

Apparently there are some who remember their previous lives,

buy I don't really believe in it.

Memories are treasures that we gather through our whole life.

Both beautiful and painful,

for each one of us, they are irreplacable treasures.

Life soundtrack creator Maestro "K".

Memories are quite a mystery.

First Movement - Station.

At each point of life we pick up precious, unforgettable moments.

These casual moments, that pass in a blink of an eye,

are being scorched into our hearts.

Good morning.

Just like a scene cut out from a movie,

they remain detailed and beautiful.

Creating the best soundtrack for that movie,

well that's my job.

This is a story about a certain man and a woman.

Overflowing with dreams and hopes, these two young people,

have yet to realize their feelings for each other.

Seagul by Anton Checkov.

If I could become a writer or an actress,

even if I was hated, became poor or dissilusioned,

I will show you how well I can bear it.

Living in an attic, eating nothing but bread,

I don't care if I become unhappy with myself or endlessly doubt my skills.

But in return I want fame.

Fame! Fame awashed with cheers of joy.

Let's have a little break.

What? Wasn't it a raw egg?

Erm... what is the reason for holding an egg? Hmm?

It's her first role. A metaphore.

But it's quite distracting. Well, let's drop it then.

Good! Let's wrap this up early today.

It's Christmas eve after all.

Well then, good work everyone!

Ah, this time each person should distribute 30 tickets.

Tomorrow we will be collecting money so please remember about it.

Please give your best everyone.

Thank you very much. Eh?

You boiled that egg so it wouldn't make a mess if I dropped it, right?

I too think it's pointless.

Eh? The egg.

Say... Yes?

It was on my mind ever since you joined our theatre.

What exactly?

If you don't mind, would you like to go for a tea next time?

Ah, if you don't feel like it, please throw it away.

Hey, got a while?

Yes! About that line...

Please forget about it.

Yes?

Good work. Ah, you too.

Hamlet by William Shakespeare.

To a nunnery, go, and quickly too.

O angels!

Please restore him.

If thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool,

One year later

for wise men know well enough

what monsters you make of them.

We will have no more marriages. To a nunnery, go!

O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!

The expectancy and rose of the fair state,

The observed of all observers,

quite, quite down!

Good work!

Good work. Good work.

You were superb. Thank you very much.

So you are really getting married.

Well, I won't tell you to be a nun, but better think it over one more time.

Chance, you know, won't wait for you forever.

If you don't catch it with all your might, it will dissapear in a flash.

Let's go out there one more time. OK! Let's go!

Thank you very much!

When people fall in love over and over again, they always blindly assume.

Wife: Buy two bags of milk on your way back.

That they have found their destined partner.

Well, mostly those are just delusions, but

if can keep thinking that this is the one, through all your life, well

then it's real love.

Second Movement - Chance.

Good work! You too.

Eh, you should have just gone home without me.

Good work.

That's all? Hmm?

You never tell me if I were good or bad.

Even if I did, it wouldn't do any good.

You just don't get it.

The only way I'm looking at you is from above. It's difficult to tell from there.

I've already signed.

So, let's submit it to city hall tomorrow.

Are you sure, making it official? I want to be married to you as soon as possible.

This way I can be honest with my feelings, and my heart will finally calm down.

It's getting colder. Tomorrow there may even be snowing.

Compared to that, your snow is way better.

Falling genlty, as if the heavens themselves send it to me.

Just like a line from a script.

You know... I've decided to leave the theatre.

What?

I've got a call from my senpai from University.

It's company called "Display window", they are producing decorations.

You mean... I think it may be my chance.

Chance to change my life.

Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte.

In my life, more than anything else, I cherish him.

Even if everything else were to vanish, and only he remained...

If he can be by my side, my life can continue.

But, if everything were to remain, and only he perished,

that world would become a complete stranger to me.

If that would ever happen, I couldn't think of myself as complete.

For I'm complete only with him.

OK! Great.

Ophelia role got you real fame.

Thank you very much.

To select heroine for our next play we've gathered the best actresses.

Even though the cast has been already selected, they come

and tell us to hold an audition just for appearances sake.

Oops, did I just say something?

Anyway, don't let this chance slip by.

"Wuthering Heights".

Turn it on please. OK.

Looks nice.

PAPA.

PAPA.

You rascal.

Your love...

It's dazzling.

I'm home.

What do you think?

Boy or a girl?

You know already? Which one do you want?

I don't really prefer one over the other.

I'm sorry. What about?

He told me. Because of this, you missed your big chance.

If raising this baby means this much to you,

as long as it's born healthy, for me it's enough.

It's not like I threw away my chance.

Quite the opposite, I got one from you.

From me?

A chance to be a mother.

I'm quite greedy you know.

I want to raise this child and continue being an actress too.

Ah, it moved.

EH!? Wasn't it supposed to happen next week?

Ah, r-right!