Is it still that shabby tram?
In the warm sunshine, Yuri seemed to see Lana’s youthful face when the parallel worlds converge. He exhausted his last strength to try to catch up with the love that he had missed in half of his life, and eventually became a humble sand on the vast land. This time, he would never hear the mournful sorrows of his mother when he was young.
I all like the feelings of a child in David Lean’s lens that are still shining after hardships, and the party is in the same life with different historical giants. They can always light some fire to keep warm in the darkest and cold nights. They have been pursuing the humble beauty of life by pulling away from reality mentally, knowing that too much separation is a farewell story, so every hug is precious. In that extremely dirty and dark age, they carefully used their own way to survive, patiently and silently, avoiding the endless temptation of the erotic whirlpool, and the moral bondage after the poetic romance. Instead, they made each time helpless and sad. A deeper recognition is drawn from the bottom of my heart.
In the huge river of life, we are so small that we don't even have the ability to avoid the vortex in front of us. Relying on political or religious fanaticism to fight and vent our inner fears is probably the choice of many people in the times. Yuri and Lana, freed from anger and resentment, insisted on moving forward with a touch of frankness in the face of suffering. These lights are more dazzling than the love we have seen or imagined.
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