"The distance between me and her is only 0.01 centimeters", as stated in the subtitle at the beginning of the film, "It was an embarrassing relative, she kept her head down and gave him a chance to approach, he did not The courage to approach, she turned around and left." For the
rest of the day, he stayed alone for a long night, even if he went to Cambodia, he still couldn't get rid of his bone-eroding thoughts, so he had to quietly tell his secrets to the small hole in the stone wall of the temple , and then grab a handful of soil to fill the hole, leaving the hole with weeds. The stone is speechless, and the grass is speechless. And she can only borrow the familiar scenes and objects of the former residence in the old place, in the bitterness of nostalgia, let the tears of Acacia wash away the paleness of life.
"Those years gone by, as if there is a piece of dusty glass, you can see it, but you can't grasp it. He has been thinking about everything in the past. If he can break through the dusty glass, he will walk back to the long gone The years.
If... the desire is too long and too deep, the burden, whether it is to give or accept, is difficult. Just like the colors of Chen Tai's cheongsam, Xiang blue, vermilion, red, emerald green to dark blue, and then To the dim earthy yellow, the beautiful family members blooming like flowers, but they have to suppress the bright and bright, forbearance, despair, and return to calm. Only the heavy longing can be pressed heavily in my heart, and all the tenderness and sweetness can be given to Homecoming.
Zhou Muyun and Mrs. Chen kept saying: We will not be the same as them... Where is the difference? Mrs. Zhou and Mr. Chen are more selfish, they have no scruples and are loyal to their own feelings , although it was a wrong love based on betrayal, but they were brave and real, without regrets and disappointments. Compared with Zhou Muyun and Chen Tai, the two clearly felt that the intense affection was floating in the air, within reach , but again and again, rejected, rejected love, rejected themselves, rejected others. Is it fear? Is it hypocrisy? Is it a moral bottom line? Let them remind themselves repeatedly: we are different from them...
"If there is one more ticket, will you come with me?" I don't have the courage to face it, so I have to test the assumptions and imagine stories that will never happen.
We will not be like them. . . . . . Even if he misses so much that he can't rely on himself, he will just lie quietly on the bed where he has slept, put a smear of lipstick on the cigarette butt, and put his hand on the place where there are traces of him, tighter and tighter. . . . . . Tears fell silently, "This feeling can be reminisced, but it was lost at that time."
The urbanites under Wong Kar-wai's lens are not without love, but they just don't know whether they should love or not. They spread the hesitation of "lovesickness but hesitation" infinitely. Perhaps, we really don't know when we want and when we want to escape. Find a tree hole to seal our secrets, and go away with the wind, clean and crisp!
Depression, is it a kind of maturity or a kind of sadness? If we also meet a person, a person who has never been able to pursue, but is our favorite person, how will we choose?
Hopefully, we'll find out.
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