I don't know much about film art and screenwriting structure. I can understand the dim light on the protagonist's face and the ups and downs of the plot. My standard for watching movies is very simple: it plays my incomplete state in the past, whether it’s a crooked nut or a Chinese, it seems to have seen myself. It’s like I pretended to watch the evil and the poison so many times, and I didn’t know what it said. Then I saw my own loneliness. I stood on the desert for several days, looking forward to this person and thinking about that person. . When I encounter endless changes and sorrows in my life, I will count all the numbers on the calendar without pretending to be forced.
Now I am not so easy. I am finally ready to go abroad at an age, struggling on the edge of a broken relationship, whether to destroy or to continue living with it. My aimless rhythm is the same as that of the male lead. The difference is that I become calmer. I will quietly follow the only active robot vacuum cleaner in the house, and follow it around the house. I like a spotless room more and more. I like to stay in a room with reflections everywhere, as if I got into someone's empty brain, opened my arms, spinning and dancing. I don't have the sadness and happiness of the relationship between men and women, the look of friends laughing and playing, and the fighting spirit to quarrel with my mother. I am willing to accept everything, quietly and without emotion.
Watching the male lead thinking about what is in their box at the airport, I can't bear to laugh, so lonely and calm is a fuck who doesn't know borders, ages, and skin colors. When I am alone, especially recently, I often drive to the beach for a few hours without doing anything. I just sit on the beach and listen to the sound of the waves. I want to hear exactly what they want to say. The seaside in summer is always cloudy. At night, there are no stars, moon, black sea horizon and no light sky like you are wrapped in a thick quilt. The sound of the waves is numb and I feel like I am here. Like a whistling sound. I drove home at three or four o'clock. The next day I listened to my colleague talking about pornography. Fortunately, the old lady did not notice that I often left her city in the middle of the night to look for the waves. Sometimes I’m really tired and don’t want to drive. I just lie down on the benches in the community and watch the light floating out from every house. There are red, orange, and white. It seems to fly out through the window. I often wonder who they are shining, is it tired of the owner in the house, chasing their bugs every day. I have no object to talk to, no one wants to hear me say that I see the color of the light, the sound of the waves, I don't want to talk, I just want to think of a girl named Jingjing, just like this quietly.
When I think about it quietly, I suddenly want to do something, such as dancing, reciting poetry aloud, such as running desperately on a treadmill and then suddenly yelling: Ha. Then what? Then began to think quietly. This should be considered an infinite limit? I don’t know, I don’t know where is the beginning and where is the end.
I wouldn't know
Where to start
If you ever asked me
If I ever kind to say
So it's than
Your proposal to me
The front seat too young
It's seams pointless to explain
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