Once staged a one-man show, which lasted for many years, he was an editor, director and actor. And he is just an image, a fixed role that must exist in the play.
It was a massive masochism. Blooming in those dull and pale years, bit by bit sprinkled on the barren heart, stationed a fortress for me against the whole world. There are occasional sweet and romantic episodes, and most of the time, I am used to being immersed in my little feelings for you and refuse to move away.
However, after all, it is a one-man show, I have never really had you. No promises, no forever. You are you, I am me. Intersection and then entanglement for many years, in the end, just separate. Each continues to move forward in their own world, it has nothing to do with each other, the only connection is only about memories.
I won't ask you stupid questions. Because I know that you won't come to me like a motor looking for a peony. I will not need Meimei as much as the man who never appeared on the screen from beginning to end and told the story with a low voice.
Suzhou River. A river that traverses the long river of history. Full of stories and trash. People living on and beside the river have all kinds of stories happening every moment, and every moment produces a lot of garbage. And how many stories can be recorded by images, and where will so much garbage drift to?
All is unknown, or, no one is curious about it.
"Suzhou River". Rough picture, shaking and restless, such as people's curious and inquiring eyes. While exploring others, you also explore yourself. It's a peeping gesture, because you don't know what's really yours.
It's a grey and a bit dim movie. I always had hallucinations and wondered if the story in this story existed or was just a fabrication of the man who spoke. Even in the world of movies, it should be unreal and real.
Or, after Meimei left once, she never came back. So he made up a story and told it to himself.
There are motors and peonies in the story. But in the end, they still evaporated and disappeared into the story.
The peony in the story has simple and paranoid eyes. I'm not used to watching Zhou Xun with two pigtails, but I like watching her pick up a beer and drink it, crying and saying, "You will only let me here if I'm drunk."
She said firmly: " If I die, I will turn into a mermaid and come back to find you!" Then, with a smile, he let go of his hands, and flew into the Suzhou River like a bird, maybe really, he could turn into a fish, which is also for love And blind fish.
I won't ask you stupid questions. Because, I will not die for anyone. Nor will I become a mermaid and come back to you. Because I know, there are no mermaids at all.
That's a story about love. So everything can be explained without basis. No matter how unbearable the end is, it is a poignant official name.
And in this scene I directed, there was no love. For us, love is a luxury. Even a touch of expensive ones will scratch your fingers.
I am a blind fish, tossing in my own narrow sea, when I meet your back, I think I have encountered the path to the whole world. And in the end, I can only tell myself that I am a blind fish...
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