A sentence that finally penetrated my heart.
At this time, it wasn't just Gatsby that came to mind, but also Leonardo.
I always believe that the most miraculous thing about the movie is that it controls the secrets of time and dreams, every minute of every second, editing, speed measurement, and splicing are all controlled by the hand of God.
Age, even the boundaries of age and the laws of the passage of time have been broken.
So yesterday he was still a handsome young man with his pipe in his mouth and squinted bright blue eyes in the light. Today he is a heavy, steady middle-aged man, but he is eternal, staggered and beautiful.
I noticed that his eyes are always blue, no matter how his body changes, the pure crystal-like iris never changes. Time is perishable, the film says, but there is still something immortal.
"He knew that as soon as he kissed this girl and combined his indescribable longings with her short breath forever, his soul would never gallop as freely as the soul of God. So he waited, Listen to the tuning fork that has struck on a star for a while. Then he kisses her. With the touch of his lips, she opens up to him like a flower, and the incarnation of this ideal is complete."
At this time, a star-like soul gave up the dream of being high and landed on the dust.
The pain is that he does not belong to the dust, he cannot merge with it without pain.
Your soul is so pure, you will be horrified and saddened by her saying that she loves you, but she also loved her husband. Because your soul is so pure and indivisible, love is only once for you, from birth to death, unable to surrender, unable to die, and unable to give up.
Your soul is too pure, she is not worthy to be defiled, so God will eagerly call you back before you are cut by the truth. So I would rather believe that there is a kind of death as a gift of love, otherwise all the injustices in the world will be too filthy and painful to live with.
I was shocked by the sharp contrast between the calm and magnificent falling snow, the green nature and the excessively prosperous, narrow and crowded interior scene in the lens. I was shocked by their ugliness and your clear blue eyes looking at the other side. The people of the soul, and you are sitting on the rich material but always alienated.
It suits you too well, this role, these shots.
They are so beautiful that people forget about beauty and visual enjoyment-these things that it originally intended to appear on the surface.
Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will.
I know that you will.
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