I think all couples who have broken up, at least girls, have imagined the scene of reunion. It's better to be arrogant and shining, and the other party flees in disgrace. That's right, I've thought about this countless times, and I've also seriously thought about what kind of posture to throw water on his face to be considered handsome and unrestrained.
In all my imaginations, the only reality I have overlooked is that we all get old.
Aged uncontrollably, withered, withered.
The woman's expression always looks like a forced smile. The constantly interspersed memories have a sense of stream of consciousness, intruding between the two of them talking, gathering the memories together. In nine years, her eyes were no longer bright, and his figure was out of shape. Time pushed them farther and farther in opposite directions. man has been recalling the scene of their first encounter, romantic, bold, with summer frenzy and passion. I am sure that the flames that once burned between them had long since been extinguished. Little by little they reminisce about the past in the room, which makes me sad. I seem to see two gray-haired old men, each holding their own part of the puzzle, quiveringly piecing together memories together to pay homage to their dead love and young soul. old, old. We've all become ridiculously middle-aged. Each has a family and a partner, step by step towards autumn, walking on leaves and ashes.
Smoking but not drinking, because nicotine makes people sober and brighten their eyes, and alcohol will only anesthetize the nerves and make them confused.
I can't imagine how a woman spends those nights when she was hospitalized by a car accident. Her eyes, which could see better in the dark, also made up her mind. Man seems affectionate and can't let go of his ex-wife, but he lied to Sarah the dancer without even changing his face. In fact, he did not have the courage to abandon everything.
The reunion after many years was the last dance the two of them danced in the ashes, wild but full of stains and embarrassment. has no meaning. The two young souls had long since been shattered, and the two old bodies were left to survive. has no meaning.
There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, because all we see is ourselves.
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