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I loved Galaxy Express 999. It's the longest and coolest thing I can think of today, and the Galactic Super Express with the boy Tetsurō Hoshino on board speeds along an endless track to the end of its far-flung journey, visiting the stars. At each stop in the stars, there are episodes with pathos for good and bad people, for the powerful and the city dwellers alike, and as he comes into contact with them, Tetsuro realizes that the warmth of the human heart is the ephemeral light of life itself. With courage, kindness, and a warrior's gun in his heart, and with the mysterious beauty Mater, the boy wanders the galaxy. What makes the stars twinkle is the dedication of the lives that live there.
There are many elements in this sake named Ginga. The complex sourness and deliciousness of the sake principle, the sweetness of Aizan, and the fragrant aroma of koji (perhaps because of the oriental rind). Perhaps because of the horigara, it has a good ripe aroma of koji. A high temperature fixed star that burns all in a shimmering light. If you bundle them together, they are like a cotton ball, a band of galaxies gently waving in the night sky like a group of snow disappearing. And the brilliance of endless people's lives revolving around that luminous point.
I close my eyes and remember my mother's face
The ending theme of Galaxy Express 999 plays in the air of my tipsy brain. This is a good drink.
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