It was too tempting to be on the road, but unfortunately it never happened. There are as many reasons as there are dreams, so until now everything is just thinking.
I have seen "Nothing to Do with Individuals", in fact, I prefer the name "Only Love Strangers". "You" not only leads us to appreciate the beautiful scenery, feel the danger and hardships of the road, but also directly penetrates our hearts and hides us. The loneliness that I don't want to be seen through by others is also pulled out. Or when "you" took off the bracelet and went out, when she reached out to stop the car on the open road, she was curious about what kind of people she could meet.
The first time I met a perverted man, but he was actually the most normal man in this society. A unkempt woman, alone in the wilderness, no wonder he yelled "what are you doing" in exasperation after "you" jumped out of the car.
The second time I met an old man. "you" used all the hostility he had accumulated along the way on the old man: he traded work for food, ate on a bench, was ready to leave, and slept in his own tent. Like a hedgehog, she threw distrust and stubbornness that seemed to see through the essence to this man who seemed very enthusiastic and invited her to stay here as soon as they met, testing his ability and endurance to bear pain. Will something happen between them? A young woman with a husband who had a dead wife.
This is the state of being on the road, and the encounter is such a miraculous thing, that we can't make a preset for what happens next. So "your" slowly began to work together, eat together, go out for walks together, hug and dance together, live in the same house, and even have some time to breathe against each other.
You bring me breakfast and I bring you breakfast bring some light to the weather-gloomy atmosphere that has been looming over the movie, but then he disappears, and then he's gone forever.
The previous disappearance made "you" who had been waiting a little flustered and panicked, and "you" was waiting for him to come back.
The last time he chose to keep the relationship between strangers by leaving forever. Death brings silence and inexhaustible loss, and it is only at this moment that I realize that they are really strangers!
Those smiles that finally let go of their guard, those "I know you won't do this" self-confidence, those bits and pieces that are waiting, those rubbing the ears like venting with the white sheets, bring "your" including you and me, a little doubt .
What's this? Is this called love? How can you leave without hugging you? How can you leave without telling you what color you like and what your name is?
When I meet you, the loneliness begins to dissolve slowly, and your departure makes the loneliness come back and intensify.
Actually, I don't quite understand what he saw in the section where he was rummaging through the room to find out the identity of "you": an ID card? passport? or something else. But what is certain is that no one can get rid of the background profile that you were born with, living alone, like a deserted island, seeing no one, not speaking, sticking to the original purity and loneliness, It is a "neverland" that can never be reached, and loneliness will always exist, like a shadow.
Death is the best possible end to such a relationship that knows nothing. Wandering in the distance and traveling alone are the choices that "your" has no choice.
That "your" includes you!
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