Another dream...
「Good day.
Good day.」
「Good day.」
「Good day.（はい、こんにちは）」
「What't the name of this village?」
「Doesn't have one.
We just call it “The village”.
Some people call it Watermill Village.」
「Do all the villagers live here?」
「No.They live in other places.」
「There's no electricity here?」
「Don't need it.
People get too used to convenience.
They think convenience is better.
They throw out what's truly good.」
「But what about lights?」
「We've got candles and linseed oil.」
「But night's so dark.」
「Yes.That's what night is supposed to be.
Why should night be as bright as day?
I wouldn't like nights so bright.
You couldn't see the stars.」
「You have paddies.
But no tractors to cultivate them?」
「Don't need them.
We've got cows,and horses.」
「What do you use for fuel?」
「Fire wood mostly.
We don't feel right,chopping down trees,but...
...enough fall down by themselves.
We cut them up and use them as firewood.
And if you make charcoal from the wood...
...just a few trees can give you
as much heat as whole forest.
Yes,and cow dung make good fuel,too.
We try to live the way man used to.
That's the natural way of life.
People today have forgotten...
...they're really just a part of nature.
Yet,they destroy the nature...
...on which our lives depend.
They always think they can make something better.
Especially scientists.
They may be smart but...
...most don't understand...
...the (profound) heart of nature.
They only invent things that
in the end make people unhappy.
Yet they're so proud of their inventions.
What's worse,most people are,too.
They view them...
...as if they were miracles.
They worship them.
They don't know it,but they're losing nature.
They don't see that they're going to perish.
The most important things for human beings are...
...clean air and clean water...
...and the trees and grass that produce them.
Everything is being dirtied...
...polluted forever.
Dirty air,dirty water...
...dirtying the hearts of men.」
「On my way here,I happened to see...
...some children putting flowers
on a stone beside the bridge.
Why?」
「Oh,that.
My father told me once.
Long ago...
...a sick traveler died by the bridge.
The villagers took pity and buried him right there.
They placed a large stone on his tomb...
...and put flowers on it.
It became a custom to put flowers there.
Not only the children.
All the villagers...
...put flowers there as they pass...
...though most don't know why.」
「Is there a celebration today?」
「No,a funeral.
You find this strange?
A nice,happy funeral.
It's good...
...to work hard...
...and live long and then be thanked.
We have no temple or priest here.
So all the villagers...
...carry the dead...
...to the cemetery on the hill.
We don't like it
when young adults or children die.
It's hard to celebrate such a loss.
But fortunately...
...the people of this village
lead a natural way of life.
The woman we're burying today...
...lived to be ninety-nine.
You must excuse me...
...but I'm going to join the procession.
To tell the truth...
...She was my first love.
But broke my heart...
...and left me for another.」
「By the way,how old are you?」
「Me?
One hundred-plus three.
A good age to stop living.
Some say life is hard.
That's just talk.
In fact,it's good to be alive.
It's exciting.(とても、おもしろい）」
All the villagers play and dance with lively funeral wind music. (Sin-ichiro Ikebe) ～
“In the Village”from Caucasian Sketches Suite for Orchestra Op.10 (Ippolitov Ivanov)
