-Transcribe a scene from the movie "Still in the Mirror", with a slight change.
Male (monologue):
I am a lonely traveler in the
wilderness, and the wildfire of phosphorous
accompanies me all the way to sing
happy and sad, all the way Gao Ge...
Female:
I am a princess.
My father and king promised me to two men and two men
in my thirteenth year ! Two rude pigs with fat heads and fat large intestines! How can I stand it? Haha, so I cut my hair and trachea with this pair of scissors. It 's strange, how can I still talk? ... (found male) Who are you? ! Was it the guard sent by my father to catch me? Hate flattering clown? Male: Guards? clown? No, it's not. Oh, girl, you are so beautiful, your posture is so light, your eyes are like melancholy morning stars... Female: Who are you then? Is it the servant of those two men? The impermanence of chasing souls? Male: No, my dear beauty, I am not a servant or the impermanence in front of Hades. Look at me so handsome
I am a lonely traveler...
Female:
Woman?
Male:
Not a woman, but a traveler.
I am still an artist.
Female:
Artist?
Where is your work?
Male:
I’m a poet
who does n’t write poems, a painter
who does n’t paint, a musician
who does n’t compose music, a sculptor who doesn’t hold a knife...
Female:
It’s so funny,
a poet who
does n’t write poetry, and a painter
who doesn’t paint. How do you know that
you are not a
clever liar?
Male: Once
any painting
is drawn, it will fail. Once
any poem
is written, it is no longer a poem. The
real art is
only in my chest.
Female: What kind of art is in
your chest
?
Male:
Love!
Female:
Love?
Male:
Yes, love.
The
flame in my chest is already burning. The
nightingale is also ready
to dye the
red and white roses with singing and blood ...
Female:
Do you love me?
I'm just a ghost at
dawn
I'm going back to the grave
Man:
Yes,
I love you,
I see you
know I love you,
your pale face
is so heartbreaking
you lose bloody lip
desire kiss my
daughter:
you really love me ?
Male:
Yes,
I love you.
I
know when I see you that I was born for you.
I am willing to
dedicate the enthusiasm in my chest for you. My humble
heart
and my humble life.
Female:
Ah, the day is about to dawn.
If you really love me,
follow me into this door. Let
's
stay together in this house and
never leave this door
. Come with me.
Man:
Okay, I'll go with you.
Female:
I've already entered.
You
can't enter soon after dawn.
Male (monologue):
Do I really want to follow her into that gloomy grave?
Did I really intend to give my life for love?
Yes, I am willing.
Haven't I been waiting for this day?
Why is my leg cramping?
Why is my heart beating so hard?
Why did I sweat so much?
Why do I feel hot for a while and cold for a while?
Ah, her beauty,
her sexy voice,
her white dress,
her light soul,
what should I do?
Are you afraid of death and greedy life like a layman ?
Like a pig, unconsciously
waiting for the slaughter day to come?
Enter her door-
tomorrow morning, they will find an
extra corpse in the grave. The corpse of
a young man is
wrapped around the bones of
a young girl. The bones of an unmarried girl
consume the body temperature of a man!
——Like Quasimodo!
However, not going in
will violate my oath and
abandon my faith. How disgusting and disappointed
I will be for myself
!
Ah, love
you are so fascinating
and deeply desperate...
(chicken, end)
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