What is love?
Love is a look, a conversation, a cigarette, a glass of red wine, and a terrace at dusk surrounded by a carved railing.
Or a handshake, a hug, a touch, a kiss, a lingering in the bed before dawn.
Love is a spark that bursts out in an instant, warm and warm, illuminating everything, but fleeting, leaving only the ashes of time that burned out in the dark.
Love is the white hair that has been waiting for a lifetime, the morning is like green silk, and the evening becomes white snow, but willingly, brilliant flowers bloom in the emotional line that grows between the corners of the eyes and the ears.
Love is an apple. It looks good when it is placed, and it tastes good when it is eaten, but it won't last long. Moths often start to grow from the heart.
Love is a pot of tea. Feeling bitter at first, and getting better, but it is difficult to choose. Preferences are often different from person to person.
Love is a game and a dream. Although I understand my heart, there is a time to wake up from the dream.
Does love know that I am waiting for you? Although it makes me happy and worried, it is also afraid of loneliness and sleeplessness.
Love is a secret sign, a cliff, a tornado, and a coral sea. The east wind broke, and the white hair was like snow, and I couldn't go back to the past.
Love needs to be armed, gentle, like an angel, and able to live. Grit your teeth, born for love, but maybe there is no hope of loving you.
Love is a thing of the past.
It's canned pineapple from Takeshi Kaneshiro. It is Fujii's library card. It's a snowy Christmas cut out by Edward. It's Leon who grows a living orchid that doesn't understand French. It was the waterfall that Li Yaohui and He Baorong tried to see side by side. It was Tony Leung's tears that hurt Maggie Cheung's eyes, it was Leslie Cheung's lips that smiled slightly, and his brows were lightly sad.
Love is something that hasn't happened yet.
It's Emily's scrapbook. It is Matsutaka's red umbrella. It is Alice's red hearts scattered on the beach. 2046 tapped on Faye Wong's heel. It is Hou Xiaoxian’s coffee time and Lin Jiaxin’s love landscape. It is the ringtone of Ajiu's paintbrush Takemoto's bicycle Makiyama, the direction that a whole youth is looking for.
What is love? No one seems to know.
Pu Pu asked Jay Chou. Jay Chou asked Suzuki Apricot. Suzuki asked Yu Kurai. Kurai Yu asked Iwai. Iwai pointed the camera towards the green grass, white clouds and blue sea. He was silent.
What is love? Maybe everyone knows it.
It's just that no one has ever said it easily. Often no one believes what is easily said.
So Antonioni, who is over eighty years old, used Sophie Marceau, John Markovic, Vincent Perret, Jean Renault, etc. European superstars, using U2 as background music and countless beautiful scenery. The constant tenderness with the cut is just to give you an opportunity to think about this question that remains unchanged and will never have an answer through the ages.
Maybe one day we will figure it out.
Maybe one day Mayday will sing: Will the light of the cloud be like love?
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