my hand that will never heal I wish only for it, I believe it will save
me I am here, a lifetime away from you
The blood of the Son, or the voice of my heart
I love the clothes of the forbidden color,
I believe in my life
, the year when lightning penetrates the void,
millions of souls
Sacrifice , no life left
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_ _ _ The blood of the holy son is far away , or my heart is moved . I love the clothes of the forbidden color. I believe it for a lifetime. I love the clothes of the forbidden color . Mr. Lawrence, after knowing that this song is the soundtrack of a movie, has been trying to find this movie. At that time, the Internet information and piracy industries were far less developed than they are now, so I didn't find them. In my imagination at the time, the movie was probably about a lonely old man named Lawrence, spending a lonely Christmas Eve in a modern apartment in a modern city. It was Michaelson's electronic piano music that brought me these imaginations. Then I suddenly found out yesterday, that imagination happened to be Ai Iijima's last life portrayal. After I went to college, I saw the introduction and evaluation of this movie in the movie dictionary and yearbook in the underground bookstore with handsome male clerks. Basically, I wrote this movie as a gay love movie. At the same time as my imagination was shattered, I also lost my dedication to this movie for several years. It has nothing to do with gay love, but I just felt bored.
Later, for a while, I watched movies in the dark underground audio-visual room almost every afternoon when I skipped class, and I watched this movie by the way.
I have to admit that this movie reversed the trajectory of my life to some extent, or, in a sense, gave me another trajectory.
Most importantly, I got to know Ryuichi Sakamoto. His musical style and cosmopolitan concept still have a serious influence on me to this day. This is off topic.
I still remember the shock of the movie itself. When Ryuichi Sakamoto kissed David Bowie, my heart literally twitched. When the DVD stopped playing, a bouncing ball screensaver appeared on the screen, and for a few minutes I sat immobile in the dark basement.
Nagisa Oshima used an almost divisive approach to the film. East and West, beauty and destruction, love and death. An island far away from the outside world, squeezed into an absolute world, isolating the space of the opposite sex, condensing human emotions, without the cold tropics, leading to an out of control Christmas, a war that refuses mercy, so everyone is longing for:
love.
Only love can save the world. It has nothing to do with the same sex or the opposite sex, East or West, life and death. Just because love is human love.
On this cold Christmas night, I thought of this movie again. In reality, the carnival crowd got something and was pumped out of it. I don't quite understand what it is, but I just feel that what I have gained has drawn me, them, some people, or all of humanity, making the world colder and colder.
It is not love that is drawn out.
I hope.
Over race, gender, culture, class, all differences, love transcends and love embraces all.
I hope.
At the end of this contrived and illogical comment, I would like to say: Merry Christmas, Jesus Mary, Muhammad Shakya Muni, David Bowie Sakamoto Ryuichi, Oshima Nagisa Iijima Ai. Merry Christmas to all Mr. Lawrence in the world.
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