The whole film is about the desire for human nature, for the experience, the experience, and the need to walk on the street. The transformation of the angels' identities is both a confirmation of divine revelation and a disenchantment. The questioning of time and space between the beginning of time and the end of the universe is poetic, as if the people who raised the flag of loneliness in their hearts have eternal and similar always. The limit of maintaining sincerity is to be a barbarian, thinking of Datong Dazhang's idea of moving toward barbarism, or moving toward the tension between sincerity and original ecology. The sound of human reading becomes music in the angel's brain, and synaesthesia is the marriage of two beauties. Another interrelationship established is between man and angel, human beings' perception or touch of a higher existence, and this connection is full of the pity of those who look down and the self-consolation or hopelessness of those who look up. I was moved by the scene I had seen a long time ago, the angel and the dying were leaning on each other on the rooftop, but the spiritual bodies communicated but could not perceive each other. Two jumped, one gained immortality from death, and the other gained immortality from immortality. All the witnesses without participation will gradually push the observer as a spiritual existence to the experience of the human world. From childhood, from the time when a child was a child, from the early stage of Taoism, from "looking down" to "looking up", the field of vision has changed from large to large. When I was a child, it was still far and wide. The world was not as good as the first half after the world recovered or appeared in color, and the rhythm was slightly delayed due to the routine. Occasionally moving towards inevitable shatters the complete loneliness, man and woman achieve a new perfection for each other, and the life surprise gained from personal self-consistency to the perception of loneliness matches the image of the crescent moon. Even if it's more beautiful than the "desire to have her is a wound" sung live in the near-ideal Dzogchen rock scene, the spring that starts at midnight today is moving.
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