, Wang Jiawei in my eyes has been repeating himself, because he has been talking about a little ambiguous, a little sad, and a little impatient for the audience love story. Only this time, the incomparably full ambiguous emotions that were originally suppressed in a corner of Hong Kong have been infinitely enlarged to the highway network extending in all directions in the United States of America. Three hundred days is a cycle, the earth is about to revolve once, and love also goes from the starting point to another starting point.
Even if no one cares, I will bake a fresh blueberry pie every day, because, one day, you will walk to the window and knock on the familiar door. Even if you turn around and leave, my life will be full and melodious at the moment when your lips and teeth fall into the color of raspberry red.
In the end, it was the faint blue emotion that left no trace, but it was irresistible.
In the process of watching the movie, I flashed back to the scenes of Chongqing forest from time to time, keys and cans, rushing and a car leading to the next destination. The men and women in Wang Jiawei's eyes have different fetishes and profound escapes. want. These were just novelties for me ten years ago, but now they are real experiences. The past has passed away, and the future has not yet arrived. In the fault of reality, we can only rely on foreign objects and escape to support the complete soul. Otherwise, we can only be crushed by emotions and shattered.
I want a car that keeps moving forward, because I know that only by keeping running can I get back to you. You are looking forward to the blueberry pie, and I finally learned to face the shadow of loneliness.
Two illustrated stories, two deaths, two relationships, and two gamblers. One lost his lover in an emotional game and then ended himself, and the other lost himself between lies and truth. I have always liked the technique described by Wong Kar Wai's group portraits, which allows the feelings of men and women to penetrate into a wider space, which seems so insignificant, but it makes the last kiss congealed into an absolute sound.
When you are asleep, there is a touch of bright color on the raised lips. I bent down, approached you, and approached you again, until the moment of infinite approach, there seemed to be a melody of music in the air, and I kissed your lips.
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