Under Tucao, the Chinese translation of the title is so bad that even the theme center cannot be expressed.
Then I read other people’s explanations: Attached beauty means don’t just stare at your focus, but also notice the things around it. The attached things are also beautiful.
She said to haword, you lost child, it'll never be fixed.
Therefore, whether that choice is passive or active, it becomes a knot that will never disappear. When I dreamed back at midnight, I would also shed tears. I would go to the mountain at a fixed time every year to light up a beacon for her. For whatever reason I didn’t want her, it was all my fault. I didn’t even have time to give her a name. There is an unextinguishable lamp that continues my miss for her.
I don’t know how others feel when watching this movie, but I know the wounds deep in my heart that I don’t want to be uncovered. I want the wounds to rot. I only focus on my own pain. I can no longer see the beauty around me. NS. When facing the pain, I lost even the pain. The only time I lost her days was to stay alone in the room and repeat the words the doctor said. My heart beat. Just like in the movie, on Christmas Eve, Haword knocked on the door of his ex-wife's house. The ex-wife asked him countless times, Haword, tell me what your daughter's name is. That lost life is like a nightmare trapping people who don’t want to go forward. Haword gave his ex-wife a card that said, if only we could be strangers again. If you can, then don’t meet, if you can, then return. To the same place. It was the love, time and death that had always appeared that made him choose to enter the window he had wandered through, choose to play the role of an unknown stranger, meet her again, and start again.
I didn't write a memorial to her, and I dared not mention her on some occasions, and no one would even know that she ever existed. Maybe through the movie, I can convey my true feelings to her, without fear of death, killing time, and being unable to feel love. This is the punishment I don't want her to leave myself. By the way, is it really not a metaphor to wear blue clothes when death appears?
I think the people who gave bad reviews to the film are very happy, and it proves that those people don't need to face this kind of pain, don't need to experience this kind of powerlessness trapped in grief. This is a good thing. I also feel that those who feel the same way may not be healed, but the pus in the wound is temporarily removed, although it will continue to develop later, and I don’t want the wound to heal, so I punish myself.
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