Today, I was listening to Kill Your Darlings while writing the experimental record, and found that Allen used the same tune when he was discussing Yeats with Lucien in the dormitory for the first time and when he read a poem to Lucien in the boat.
If the scene of reading the poem is Allen's ignorant and bold first confession to Lucien. Then the background music seems to imply that, in fact, when Allen was looking for the tune of Brahms, against the crowd of people who went out to socialize, when he saw Lucien in the smoke, he could not extricate himself from falling in love with him.
On the pitch-dark lake, the exasperated Allen finally had the courage to read out the short poem that was crumpled and crumpled in his pocket, and used all sorts of bizarre ways to inspire inspiration and revised it countless times. Allen stood up awkwardly and solemnly and began his performance. And Lucien, half lying in the boat, smiled faintly.
The notes spread out in circles on the lake like water droplets, Allen with his back to the light. The only ray of light in the distance illuminated half of Lucien's face, his blue eyes, clear tear troughs, and his mouth that was slightly open from listening too much.
"Be careful, you are not in Wonderland.
I hear strange madness growing long in your soul,
And you survived because of arrogance and lock-in,
What you have endured has led you to find the hiding place of love,
give, share, lose,
Keep you away from unblooming death. "
Allen spent time and effort, but just wanted to say: I have peered into your soul, and I know you far more than you can imagine.
They have had so many moments that are hard to distinguish between true and false, maybe only this moment on the boat is real, maybe even this moment on the boat is false. Because until this moment Lucien didn't praise Allen, and the next second he talked about his arrogant and unrealistic dreams.
There are enough regrets in life, and I don't know if we've ever tacitly shared the beauty of a poem.
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