Edward, I see melancholy eyes on your pale face. I see you inevitably being cut through your cheeks by your sharp scissors again and again. Some of the wounds are old and some are fresh.
Your residence is the gloomy castle, just like the darkness in the fairy tale where the witch detains the princess. The difference may only be that the castle is not full of poisonous insects, but full of machines, and the metal collision never stops...
that The old man, the gray-haired inventor, gave the robot Edward the heart of humanity, but he did not have time to give him a pair of human hands. He held the hand that was originally prepared for Edward, and stared at the death standing in front of him. Did you ever see the helpless eyes on Edward's pale face when I went down?
Becoming a real person is such a clearly visible tomorrow, but, Edward, you still can’t become a person with those hands that look like a real person-they are very realistic hands, but they can’t replace Edward. That pair of scissors hands.
Edward, if the old inventor didn't put a human heart on you, if your emotions are blind spots, then the texture of the hands is not a problem at all. That way, you can mechanically trim the bushes outside the castle every day, not knowing what else you need to do.
But, Edward, if you have a human heart, you will be moved, and you will understand-love.
For the love of the world, the beautiful white lady gave up a carefree elf life; because of love, she knows what heartache is, and she knows what tears are...
Love is destined to be inextricably tied to tears and pain. Edward. Even if you can never shed tears, your heart has already burst into tears.
Edward, you are not the kind of person people call a "genius idiot", such as Dustin Hoffman's "RAINMEN". You have a human heart, but you can only be a "heterogeneous" in the human world; you have people All the sorrows and joys cannot be expressed on the face, even you cannot help the child who fell, you cannot hug and caress the girl you love, because your scissors hands cannot convey all the passion in your heart, only Cut their skin, causing unexpected panic.
So, Edward, you can only run away in panic.
Edward, Edward, have you ever faintly blamed the old inventor who created you but also destroyed you invisibly? Did he create you to have a companion in his claustrophobic life? Or, in order to launch an impact on a higher and more difficult unknown field? Leaning on the old castle, his heart is far away from the town just a short distance from the mountain, far away from the noisy world, but can machines fill the empty emotions? Can the joy of invention heal the trauma of long-term loneliness?
Perhaps, for the old inventor, Edward, you were originally his most important and greatest achievement in his life. His ultimate goal should be to create the greatest robot that is exactly the same as human beings?
However, in this way, most of his escape from the world seemed comical. Who can sell this eternal sorrow with him? It turns out that it's not a machine, it can only be a person with emotions, even if it's just a robot.
When the old man died suddenly, the only person who closed his eyes was you, the pale-faced Edward, even though your sharp "finger" cut through his uncooled skin at that moment, and there was a blood mark. On his face, then, hung on your scissors...
Edward, your birth turned out to be a paradox.
Because of loneliness and self-challenge, Edward became a new life form created by the old inventor; because of compassion, Edward left the cold castle and came to the small town under the mountain, but eventually he had to go back.
The paradox continues and continues to deepen.
In the human world, Edward, your "hand" becomes a medium to satisfy people's material desires. You can trim out plants with various features, and you can cut out the most imaginative bizarre hairstyles. You keep doing it, not only because you can do it, but also because you are grateful to do it-
yes, you are grateful, grateful for the compassion of human beings for bringing you into a new life, even when you find that you fall in love with that beauty When I was a girl, I was a little bit heartbroken and hopeless, even if you were a little sad when you were willing to act as a scapegoat for the sin itself because of this love, you are still grateful.
However, in the end you can only run wildly and escape back to his castle that is close at hand but destined forever. Those behind you who drive you out and want to put you to death are the talents and emotions you have dedicated to. Of humans.
Your love is in your heart, Edward, but people are used to expressing with one gesture and one gesture, so when you caress your beloved girl with deep caress, you can only bring her scars. It frightens the world-they can't get used to this kind of love that comes from the heart but can never show it outside.
In human concepts, this kind of tenderness can only be called "cruel tenderness", you know, you know.
Compassion and care once made your heart warmer, but after all human desires and norms cannot be tolerated and disdain to understand your way of expressing love. Therefore, Edward, you can only escape, with the pain and the pain of not being able to love what I love. Abandoned panic.
Edward, you still trim the plants that belong to you in his courtyard, and sculpt the exquisite ice sculptures. The metal fingertips rubbed against the ice cubes, making a slight sneer. When the hand was raised, the ice crystals fell one after another, falling more and more, floating down the mountain, floating to the always warm town, and turned into something. Snowflakes, from then on, it started to snow...
Edward, in the occasional glance you cast down the mountain, have you ever seen the girl who touched your heart and was touched by you? A long time ago at Christmas, she used to dance in the ice crystals that you carved her beautiful face and youth with, her skirts fluttering, her long hair fluttering, and her voice smiling... Now, what you phantom with your hands is still her youth at that time. , It’s just that, one day on the mountain, for many years in the world, that girl is already an old and kind grandmother! However, whenever she saw the snowflakes outside the window, she knew whose thoughts came from. She is telling stories to her little granddaughter, telling the origin of snow, telling stories from far away castles, from far away true love...
Edward, when you came to the world, the only gain seems to be hurt, no matter if it is your destiny. Scissorhands, or old inventor, or the sympathy and suspicion of the world, but in the end what you return to the world is such a beautiful legend about snow, and love, the true love that is white and crystal clear like snowflakes... No
need to look back. Edward, let me cast a long gaze on your melancholy back in the castle, and hope that the snowflakes will fall in the dreams of all living beings like me in a quiet night, and then I will see the window when I wake up. The vast and crystal clear glazed world...
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