At the end of the film, the old man dies, and Lucy wakes up from the brink of death. Knowing the truth, she cries and roars heartbreakingly. She woke up. Awaken from endless slumber, from numbness, from despair, fear, escape, and indulgence. It was not the prince or the sun who kissed her to wake her up, but the corpse, the messy, dirty nakedness. This reminds me of the story told by the old man in the middle of the film. What paralyzes us is the environment around us, the friends who are getting along with each other more and more. If we want to regain our enthusiasm for life, nothing is more powerful than real suffering. Those teenagers who are immersed in indulgence and depravity, immersed in sadness and despair, are the real Sleeping Beauty. They hold the most precious years and have the most beautiful eyes, but their lives are slumbering in unnecessary struggles. They fail to see what is truly empowering joy, what is truly excruciatingly painful despair. For those who indulge in the trivial troubles in front of them, insufficiency and speech are real pain. For those who indulge in the trivial pleasures in front of them, there is no real joy to speak of. They are the sleeping beauties in real life, so do we. When her boyfriend dies, when cynicism strikes, when she sees that her beauty is only a tool for a man, in the face of darkness, she finally becomes brave. As long as a person truly appreciates the despair of suffering, he will understand how exaggerated all the words that glorify suffering are, and how contrived all gestures that show off suffering are. He can only be brave and wake up.
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