Since the first sight of wall-e, I knew that I would fall in love with that sad little robot. He bears the loneliness of the last days, yet enjoys himself. So he met Eve, a little girl who was so beautiful and savage, he did everything for her, maybe he didn't even know what happened. In my opinion, they are all children, and I don't even know that there is love in the world. The affectionate sections in "Song in the Rain" are probably a game or just background for them. Only after the meeting did I know how many lingering attachments there was in a simple hand-in-hand. I don’t care if they can bring humans and that little plant back to the earth. I just remember that wall-e crossed his little hands and lowered his head, trying to hold Eve’s hand but trying to be ashamed. The bitter sweetness may turn people's hearts into chocolate.
I think, even if the earth is no longer as beautiful as before, when human beings are floating in space with nowhere to rely on, love is still eternal. In other words, only in such a thorough apocalypse, such a simple love is touching. Because that kind of love is a fable, it belongs to the 14-year-old junior high school student, and it also belongs to Adam and Eve. I don’t know that human beings have ever known about love, but I believe that for every first love, that world is only their virgin land. Their first love is also the first love of mankind, making it the only one in this world. In love.
The allegorical end-time love does not need words, and does not need to ask what will happen in the future or in the future. Only love itself, without those attached troubles. Because it is the end of the world, the world is old and the vicissitudes of life are all in order to complete the moment of fingertip touch, in order to complete the two simple syllables of wall-e and eve (they don't even say "I love you"). But what exactly is love? Not holding hands, not hugging, not sweet words, love is real nothingness, so the pair of real and nothingness is the best spokesperson for love.
The love of the last days is also the love of creation. What freezes the frame is the moment of the most throbbing heart. Only at that moment, there is really nothing else to ask for. It's a pity that we have gone far, really far, and we are about to lose that kind of thing. I should really watch this movie with you, and then smile and put my hands in your palms.
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