Normal doll. so beautiful. so fragile. So... useless.
We use it to indulge our remaining childlike innocence. We use it to indulge our last whims. We, use it to fill the deepest longing, the most innocent desire.
believe in it. chase it. Desperate to get it. I thought it was the last pill of elixir in my dark life.
Three-drug. You can remember. Best you forget. The more dependent, the more helpless.
To stick to it as everything will be doomed to hardship and hardship. Take it as the only ending to persistently look for, and in the end there is only destruction.
Just because we are human, we are only flesh and blood, and we cannot escape love, hatred, enmity, and encounters.
You can't be like a doll, with gorgeous clothes and make-up, always in the most beautiful posture, relative to a sit-in, let the sun rise and set, and the stars change.
Therefore, the short-lived happiness of clinging to each other can only be like a rose, blooming in a certain season and withering in silence. All we can remember is that it used to be fragrant and intoxicating, and it used to be ecstasy.
When a woman who was deprived of love gave up her life and finally lost her mind in the corner of reality silently, she thought she was an innocent child.
When a weak and incompetent man hesitates between future interests and true love, and finally faces an unavoidable face, the woman who used to love is pale and stupid because of him.
Who would believe it, how much of the remaining love is woven in the red rope of fetters. How much is the satisfaction of staying together.
I saw some people say that walking is refined. Death is light. For love, the two traveled through the four seasons on foot and did a long ascetic practice.
Yes, those four seasons are beautiful. Huaxi Fengxue, bright and dazzling, overwhelming and aggressive.
However, I am afraid that these can no longer be seen in the eyes of the walkers. The man is bound by the red rope, not so much to pursue love, but to atone for the deep sense of guilt and sin in his heart. Said to myself, said to the world, look, look, this is my determination to take care of her for the rest of my life. So please forgive my mistakes and forget my sins.
But even that is not enough. Even if it's just self-deception. There is nowhere to go, the only way is to escape.
The woman who was ignorant of the world followed the only person who was close in front of her, moving her feet, from relaxed to numb, and finally to procrastination.
Only follow.
Such a relative. Hardship, hardship, exhaustion. The world that I want to escape from has never been escaped. That was the woman he bound with his own confused conscience and followed in his footsteps. Every time he looked back, he saw that the world passing by behind him was still the past he wanted to escape from. No matter how much he walked, he never left. So, just move forward.
Did he know that it was because he chose that woman to follow that every new path he took turned into the same past?
Oh, even if you know what to do. The red maple and white snow have long been meaningless. Occasionally passing by a sweet memory, no one will cherish it anymore. He first decided to give up. So she ruthlessly deleted it. Love is like a rotten tooth that has been pulled out, lying in the corner of the trash can and crying. The red rope now binds only two wandering souls who can only move forward because of their fate.
So walk. Occasionally pass by the moderate ridicule of adults, pass by the ignorant frolic of children, pass by some people who are struggling to live without noticing them, and those tiny loves that are blooming like dandelions. In the calm and charming moment, you can't imagine how much time this bloom has been crushed by the rumblings of time, and how many causal cycles have been fiddled with. As you can't imagine, this innocent happiness is too splendid for the cruel reality. After being satisfied, it will eventually be repaid with blood and death.
midnight. I've been writing for too long and I'm tired. The walking men and women are nothing but flesh and blood, and there must be an end in the end. Outside the final engagement villa, they finally returned to their human state. Numb but natural, searching for abandoned food to wrap his belly. Then I stared at the lights in the room and remembered the happy and warm scenes that were once lively and warm.
For a time, the woman who recovered her mind seemed to return to the state of mind she had originally recalled. The man who is still by his side, the man who recalls the same thing, you see, I still cherish the necklace that represents the oath. Very happy. You too, right.
But, no. Later, happiness, obviously has been broken. Betrayal, abandonment, despair, those memories she had to escape even at the cost of giving up her life, were re-established in her long-blank mind fiercely and quickly - before it was too late, she put away the instinctive smile on her face - no matter how stubborn It can't be won, no matter how weak it is, it can't be saved, her love is full of fragments.
So caught off guard, she could finally cry in front of him. All pent-up resentment was released. So he could finally hug her. Say something to the woman she loves that she can understand: I'm sorry.
Sadly, this is not the end. In the end, they redeemed themselves, but there is no place for them in the world. They found themselves, but still had nowhere to go. Putting on the heavy pair of doll costumes that can't be taken off, the only thing to do is to move forward, continue to move forward, to complete the fate of sadness and indifference in that doll play.
Perhaps, what Kitano wants to tell us is that most of the time love is just a beautiful toy that can make us easy and happy to be infatuated with. But when we have passed the age of being able to have it, but still insist on it, we will only pay hardships, even life, because the price is too extravagant.
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