The camera starts to hurry up the female protagonist and the slow and mysterious male protagonist, under the bridge, in the phone booth, meet by chance and pass by. The huge gears of fate turned slowly, and finally collided and intersected in the old room. She opened the curtains one by one, opened the windows one by one, and she welcomed the fragrance of the sunny wind; he hid in the dark again and again, huddled in the corner, and lowered his head.
It seems to imply the conflict between the two, a young girl with a sweet future who dares to love and hate, and a middle-aged hotel gentleman who is full of despair and unwillingness for the future after his wife cheated and committed suicide. The heavy curtains in the room, the dim yellow tone, and the old walls make people feel cold from the heart, but it is the beginning of the story of the two. Love and hate or intense or calm, no name, no past, no future, no story, everything is blank and false, but it is such a mystery and such absurdity. She still fell in love with him, even if he was scary and rough.
Maybe it's because the male protagonist is like a master, powerful and rude, she is conquered at once, her body is mastered, and her emotions are controlled. One hugs her happy, the saved goodbye her manic. She was afraid she was crazy and she wanted to get to know him.
Thinking that everything was over, people went to the empty building, and the heroine roared like crazy. But confiding in the deceased wife makes the male protagonist change his mood and wear a suit and leather shoes under the bridge. "Let's start over" "No, it's over".
It's a crazy tango, no, it's not a tango, it's a dance of two sober, ecstatic, last loves. So forgetful and dead. Like a farce, the two were surrounded by a huge shadow, "I'm getting married," the heroine said. She ran out of the darkness, and the male protagonist staggered after him.
I think the thing that touches me the most is the long street, the two people who are running fast "finish it" and "I love you", as if a century is long, the years are wild, there are only two people chasing in the world, Fate makes people, the red line is hard to wish, run away and don't care about the outside...
He chased into the room and saw that the house was neat, the sun was shining, and the beauty in his eyes. The beautiful girl pulled the gun, he imagined the good times in the future, "Our child...", he glued the chewing gum in his mouth, and his eyes were tilted. I will remember your beauty and my sudden desire to know your name - it was Jeanne. He curled up on the floor of the small balcony, back to the way he was born from his mother. Everything is peaceful, but can't be forgotten.
The heroine kept repeating "He wants to rape me, I don't know him, I don't know his name". Indeed, she really didn't know his name.
What is his name?
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