Jared Mobarak’s review published on Letterboxd:
Takahata provides them that honesty. He lets them exist in dire circumstances and eventually fall naturally. He lets their lives take their course because any forced drama would only belittle their memory. We're to remember them as shining beacons of innocence striving to protect each other against a world too clouded by rage to see the cost of its actions. We're to absorb the unbridled light of humanity within them, to appreciate the joy of something as innocuous as a hard candy within a vacuum of sorrow. There's strength in this tale that proves more impactful than a gun or bomb could ever possess. Their end may be tragic, but it also holds a sense of unwavering hope. War destroyed their bodies, but not their souls.