The ultimate state of loneliness

Monica 2022-01-18 08:02:43

I saw two o'clock in the film last night, and I was dizzy. Walking to work, the fragments of Winter's Heart are in the wood, flashing and playing back again and again.

His calm face. Her beautiful eyes.

She said, I want you, I am not a person who is used to throwing arms, but I want you to know.

He said, I don't love you.

Two lonely people.

During his 40 years, he had no parents, no lover, or even friends. He didn't think he had any.

He accompanies the violins, sculpts them, repairs them, and creates them. In the long and monotonous crafting career, he seems to have no sorrows and joys. From beginning to end, he has always been gentle, calm, and cautious.

She is extremely beautiful and has worked hard with her agent in the masterful classical music world since she was a child, and won a place with her talent.

She also accompanies the violin. The violin is her hand, her mouth, and her heart.

Under the elegant and glamorous appearance, there is tiredness and loneliness that can no longer be concealed.

She turned to him involuntarily, talked, confided, and confessed.

Maybe, she thinks there is still a glimmer of hope, maybe this time, love can save loneliness.

But he didn't think.

In the tavern that night, she was almost crazy, she stripped away her soul desperately and exposed it to him.

But he doesn't want it.

he loves her. There is no doubt about this. He even said that music is just a dream, so love is an illusion that is far away.

When we talk, write, cry, sing, and fall in love, we are undoubtedly looking for an outlet for loneliness.

And his loneliness is so deep. It's so heavy that you don't even want an exit.

He has long lived in a lonely country built by himself, strong and dark.

He is so familiar with loneliness, this loneliness is his shelter, even himself.

So, what is the use of love please?

Apart from death, what else can save loneliness? Maybe you can't die.

At the end of the film, she lifted her tears for the last time and looked at him through the window

. The sad trio of Ravel she played played again.

He was still sitting there, as if he had been sitting all his life,

his face was drowned in the eternal silence . In the dark...

At two o'clock in the morning, facing the dark room and the display screen,

my tears can finally flow happily...

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