I watched this movie when I was in high school. Read it three times. It's the second movie I've seen.I have always liked Wong Kar-wai's movies; the shaky shots, the blurred plots, and the stories that linger in people's hearts.two men.A bed, an old lamp. An exotic trip A says that no matter where Liang goes, he is stumped by him.Let's start over.The story goes back and forth, and the protagonist divides and merges. But it hurts. Maybe it was thinking of myself, a story similar to my own emotional experience.Art is very subjective, and even if the viewers resonate, a considerable part of it is subjectively distorted. I may be too.
When Liang repeatedly used the flushing pipe to wash away the bloodstains on the ground, the large swaths of blood red may have represented the little missed for Zhang and all the nostalgia for the past that could not be erased from his heart. When Zhang Guo was guarding the empty house and recalled all the loud crying that he and Liang had spent in the past, he may have known the ending long ago.When Zhang Zhen stood at the end of the world with a tape recorder, I heard a cry. I realized that there was a fragile heart underneath many strong appearances.
It turns out that no matter what is destined to have an ending, good or bad, Oh, it's subjective again. When time whizzes past my ears like the wind, only to find that things have been different.Flowers do not know they are blooming, and people in dreams do not know they are sleepwalking. If you can't let go, maybe it's doomed. But now I have let it go. But I can't find my love anymore. It turns out that only when you wake up from a dream can you know the past.
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