The ups and downs of the mood, the eagerly looking forward to the concentration, the uncontrolled behavior, the contradiction between the sensibility and the rationality, the joy of meeting and the sorrow of not being able to meet. Passion and love melt the heart and fall into your arms like a child. In the movie, I clearly saw the shadow of my first love.
Is love a risk worth taking? Sometimes I know it's a bitter fruit, I know it will have no results, I know...
a lot of things, I know it will hurt, I know that deceit, guilt, and guilt will flood after passionate love, swallowing you. Your heart corrupts your truth, but you still can't extricate yourself. Maybe this is the so-called youth love. A fiery heart without scruples. I often imagine walking on the bluestone slab with you in my mind, and under my feet are the marks of the years, which are the marks after being tortured by the years, and I think of the feelings we have experienced; I also often imagine walking with you in the evening. Under the ancient city wall, the sunset pulls our shadows to grow old, as if it is a lifetime; I often want to grow old overnight, so that I can bravely say my promise, you and I will grow old...
but You can only be young once, you can't always listen to the emotional voice in your heart, you can't always love without fear of one's life, regardless of the eyes of others, whether there is a future or not, or even leave everything behind and start anew with you in a new place. People can't do this, and don't want to do it.
The more we get hurt and the more we walk, the light of reason will follow, so we start to weigh, start to compare, and start to calculate the benefits like buying and selling. I can't leave my family and friends for love, and I can't give up for love. Losing my current life, the cost is too high, and the return is too small, I can't afford it, and I don't want to lose.
So I gave up on love, gave up on each other, held the reason I was proud of, and lived a happy life in the eyes of others.
Years later, no, maybe at the moment when I turned around, I started to miss, miss the love I could have and the beautiful you.
But I do not regret it, because those memories of those times, I will always cherish; because I know the cost of doing so is minimal, and I appreciate my rationality.
But am I really grateful for reason, it is the weight on my wings, holding me down and imprisoning me, so that my soul is no longer free and unable to fly.
Education, morality, public opinion... We are like prison birds, unable to fly away from the bondage we have on ourselves, this is the torture of rationality on sensibility, I have abandoned my youth, and this is the biggest thing I have missed. cost.
We met too late. At that time, I already knew how to choose and weigh in my own way;
and it is never too late to meet love. Thank you for letting me pass by love. Fragments of that youth.
The train took away not only you, but also my youthful love.
Maybe we can meet again in this life, but my love has been lost somewhere on the train platform.
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