if the inscription says that tragedy can actually have the power to heal people's hearts, will no one take it seriously?
FOR A LOST SOLDIER clearly falls into this category of tragedy.
It belongs to the story of the war period, but it is separated from the turbulence and cruelty. In a closed idyllic environment, it quietly shows warmth and tranquility.
Time seems to be always in late autumn. The bright-eyed young man runs among the reeds and sits quietly on the shore. The wind blows his short golden brown hair, and the whole picture is wide and clean.
In such a picture, the film unfolds in an orderly manner like a narrative poem.
One third is used to describe the lonely growth and waiting of young people. One third is used to describe the helpless pursuit and search of young people. Only the middle third belongs to their short but warm love. However, it is this short one-third that brightens up the whole heart.
It should be a feeling that was doomed at first sight. When the teenager stood in the sun and smiled at him through the cheering crowd, he felt he is fucking special. So language, age, gender, identity, all become insignificant under that smile. So no matter what the outside world looks like, the word "liberation" to that boy will always only represent the dance that was flying like wings in that empty room that night.
This is love.
The laughter on the boulevard, the chasing in the wilderness, the silent glances in the church, and the tender and careful passion that spread out on the narrow bed.
These bright and warm fragments are love.
Until the silent separation came, the soft light in the picture was once again drawn away.
It is still a windy wilderness, still a lonely boy. There were hollow echoes in the room, but no one held him again, exchanging candy for his smile. The icy rain poured down overwhelmingly, but no one rubbed his hair again and told him that he would be sent home.
Everything is like that beautiful and graceful dance that always ends.
The music stopped, the lights dimmed, and he was left alone again.
He tried to grasp the evidence of all this, only to watch them disappear one after another.
Photos, necklaces, sunglasses, film. A secret base at sea. Shabby scarecrow stand-ins. Even the closed, idyllic land where they were once recorded.
All the evidence disappeared.
Except, himself.
The bright-eyed boy, as the only evidence and carrier, stubbornly preserved it.
Therefore, when the man who is still over the age of confusion but still has a warm smile is still persistently looking for traces of the past, we all have reasons to cry for such gentle persistence.
It turns out that one-third of the time is enough to support a person's life for 30 years.
Even if the carrier of all memories is lost, the memory itself can still be preserved so clearly and vividly.
Because that kind of love that makes people grow up bravely has already been integrated into every drop of blood in the body.
So my dear, even if one day everything about you disappears, I still can't stop thinking about you in my heart.
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