You, me, or a friend of you and me, or a passerby. He is such a person, reticent and melancholic. Write long letters to non-existent friends, with the heart of meeting new friends. The life that was already plain and water suppressed on its own, like a long tunnel with no end. Life, at this time, no longer welcomes any future, and no longer looks back at any past. It has become a purposeless experience and a futility of self-comfort. , In the emotions piled up day after day, avoiding everything, but obeying the time, keep moving forward.
So friends are so important. If the audience is the person who reads the letter, after listening to all this, he will think that this is just a teenager muttering to himself, and then quietly walk away. But friends won't, so the story of one person becomes the story of several people. The lives of several people are mixed with youth, and everything begins to change. Like a conch filled with wine, Ben is deeply immersed in the endless blue sea of self-depression, but at this moment, he is full of passionate colors and the madness of bird's eye view of reality.
It's hard to resonate, but I still think it's good. It was because there was a huge iceberg in the ordinary boy, and the timid boy was at a loss in the face of reality and memories. Thinking of the most painful memories in the best moments, and then began to criticize my conscience deeply, unable to release in the depressed human nature, and overwhelmed. However, in the end, he regained his warmth. Some people like a beautiful ending, some people like a sad ending. Perhaps, I like it because we are led by the atmosphere and finally merge the ending with our expectations. If we don't like it, maybe we resist everything, feel illusory when the good moment comes, and feel unable to afford it before the tragedy. Sometimes, denying everything is also a kind of self-protection.
In a quiet atmosphere, repressed autistic boys, melancholic music, weird friends, reading and typing, make a clock that passes time. Through this boy, I found the outlet of my compassionate feelings, found the lonely self in my heart, found the mood longing for resonance, found love, found the relief from the person who yearned, found a way to comfort others and share Sad comfort, found the recklessness to be an enemy of the world, and found the bravery to lose reason for a friend. There are a lot of myself in this story, a lot of things I yearn for, a lot of familiar scenes, and a lot of paths for others that I have never experienced.
I project emotions into the film and then harvest emotions. In this process, I experienced experiences that will no longer happen, or perhaps never happened. I abandon a part of myself, and then use external things and emotions to water myself. Walk into the emotions between people gently and quietly. Comfort, comfort, love, love, kiss, kiss, memory, memory.
Perhaps I am the one who reads the letter, spreading out the plain letter paper, reading it line by line, with some kind of longing, letting emotions slowly accumulate in my heart, and then tears gradually fill my eyes, my heart is full of emotion, but Will not break the embankment. I am very pleased to see'I am fine' at the end of the letter. Finally, in the footnote of the name of the letter at the end of the letter, everything is gradually laid out. At this moment, reading the letter has become the eternal past. At the same time, I deeply feel that in the time of continuous advancement, infinite possibilities are facing us. Come.
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