Japanese crying television show

A narration. A man’s voice is rolling over the video feed of watermark images spliced with a panel of people listening to the story, watching the watermarks on a separate screen. Everyone is holding back tears. The camera zooms slow in on their faces. It’s one and then the next. It’s trying to pull out their sadness to let us see. The watermark becomes a boiling bowl of yellow soup, strips of meat floating in like memories. A box in the corner screen shows the panel, they’ve all receded to let the watermarks become frontward. The panel will watch from the corner with lips pursing… eyes blinking… triangle faces, base side down, dragging downward. They cry. Every one of them does. The video comes to an end. They sigh, relieved by a joke. Then all together dig spoons into the soup and feed themselves. The video is over. Tears are still stuck to their cheeks. Next, a dessert. Someone’s tragic story (I assume, I can’t understand Japanese anyway) ends with the consumption of what was his favorite meal. This is a metaphor for life. Isn’t it? The video feed switches, commits. But to who? To what? It can’t decide. We see, The Faces. Then, a golden Dessert. Then the faces. Then the dessert! The faces! The Dessert! More Crying! What in the hell is happening?!