- You've been carrying it (needle hoop)?
- Of course. fool. I always carry, I always love you. (Of course, you idiot. I always wear it. I have always worn it. I have always loved you.)
- You'll be fine when I get back from rescue.
-You promised me? I don't want to die here, I don't want to die in the desert. I'm going to have a grand funeral, there must be an elegy, and I know where I'm going to be buried. I want to be buried in the garden of my hometown near the sea. Promise me you will come back to pick me up.
- I promise, I'll come back to pick you up. I promise, I will never abandon you. (I promise. I'll come back for you. I promise. I'll never leave you.)
- Every night, I cut my heart to miss you. As soon as the sun rises, the heart recovers automatically. (Every night, I cut out my heart. But in the moring, it was full again.)
-Darling, my darling.
One morning, the little nurse gave Almasy a routine morphine, and he pushed all the morphine on the table to the little nurse He walked forward and looked at her silently. The little nurse cried and silently opened the lid of another bottle of morphine.
-Read me to sleep.
- Honey, I'm waiting for you. How hard are the long days in the dark. Has it been a week? The fire is going out. I am so cold. I want to drag myself outside. I'm afraid I can't stand the sun. It probably shouldn't be wasting lights on these murals and writing to you. But everyone dies, doesn't they? We die with the love of our lovers, the love of our people, and the taste we once spit. Dying with a body that flows like a river and has received our souls, and like a cold cave, with the fear deep inside. All this will be deeply imprinted on me. We are the real borders, but not the borders drawn by the strong. I believe you will come back and take me to the Palace of Winds. That's what I want to go to, walking hand in hand with you in that sky, and sharing it with my friends. No map required, a paradise without borders. The lights are out, and in the dark I leave my last words. (My darling. I'm waiting for you. How long is a day in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone now. And I'm horribly cold. I really ought to drag myself outside. But then there would be the sun.I'm afraid I waste the light on the paintings and when writing these words.We die.We die rich with lovers and tribes.tastes we have swallowed bodies.We have entered and swum up like rivers.Fears we have hidden in, like this wretched cave. I want all these marked on my body. We are the real countries. Not the boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men.
I came to watch this movie in order to experience the disillusionment and despair of this movie.
If one day I am dying, I will not tell my lover, I will leave silently.
It's like cats do too.
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