I often wonder what I can do as a human being. Whenever my tired body slumps in a chair at night, my expectation is to find a movie to drive my tiredness away.
Watching this movie, seeing its beginning and end, feels like a slam to the body. In that era, how many people, the joys, sorrows and joys they experienced were permanently buried. Their names may be lost in history forever. Can you imagine, there is no trace of their story. They should also have a lot of questions, a lot of wishes, but no chance. Even if it was too late to express, no one knew from then on.
I suddenly thought of "I existed" in Jude Law's mouth in "Artificial Intelligence", but life is not a movie, and history itself doesn't care.
It is already very good to be alive, as if I have everything, but I still repeat it day after day.
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