Angels in the eyes of Germans are men, middle-aged, without wings, wearing large trench coats, with German faces. They wandered in every corner of the city, trying to listen, but couldn't change anything, reaching out to touch, but no one could feel it. Their world is black and white, used to eternity and tired of eternity. If there is a chance to let them walk into the living world, color replaces black and white, have a real touch, and be able to love once with vigor, even if life is short, it is worth it.
Angels can be seen by children, and only by children. As children, everyone was an angel, and their world was as simple as apples and cakes. A simple happy person, looking at the colorful world, can imagine the brilliance that he jumped into with his eyes closed, like a moth to a flame. Just like that, the angels jumped into the world one by one, dizzy in the world of color, but forgetting black and white.
The actresses in the acrobatic troupe are beautiful, the kind of beauty that can make angels land on earth.
The film was very boring, I watched it with half-open eyes, and a feeling of emotion slowly surged in my heart. The lines of the film flowed quietly like prose and poetry, which relieved the anxiety and anxiety in my heart.
When The Child Was a Child…
It Was The Time Of This Questions,
Why Am I Me…And Why Not You?
Why Am I Here,And Why Not There?
When Did Time Begin,
And Where Does Space End?
Isn't Life Under The Sun Just a Dream?
Isn't What I See,Hear,And Smell…
Just The Mirage Of a World Before The World?
When a child is still a child, the question is always asked:
Why am I me? instead of you?
Why am I here and not there?
Where does time begin? Where does the space end?
Isn't life under the sun a dream?
What I've seen, heard, felt...
isn't that the coat of this world?
When The Child Was a Child…
It Walked With Its Arms Swinging,
It Wanted The Stream To Be a River…
The River a Torrent…
And This Puddle To Be The Sea,
When The Child Was a Child…
It Didn't Know It Was a Child..
Everything Was Full Of Life…
And All Life Was One,
When The Child Was a Child…
It Had No Opinion About Anything It Had No Habits,
It Often Sat Cross-Legged,
Took Off Running…
Had a Cowlick In Its Hair…
And Didn't Pull a Face When Photographed.
When the child was still a child, walking shaking his arms,
imagining that the creek was the river and those little mud puddles were the sea.
When the child is still a child, he does not know that he is only a child,
everything is full of life, and all life is the same...
When the child is still a child, he knows nothing about everything,
has no habits , often sitting or running with crossed legs...
a mess of hair and no grimacing when taking pictures.
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