life is breathing
life is sigh
She lives in every one of his performances
'We don't know'
'Nasser Ali, I love you so much' (sobs)
I really like the scene transitions in this movie, I personally prefer the unreasonable, jumpy, and then end up being reasonable.
The short animation interspersed gave me a deep impression. It was cute and humorous. Although the theme was death, it was okay to say it was heavy. The man finally answered the death god in India, "Oh... well, I understand." It really makes me want to hug him and kiss and say "Have a good time on the Yellow Springs Road, my dear".
Ahh... I like the feeling, contradictory, chaotic and neat, so many propositions in this movie:
Love, death, mother, teacher, music, art, violin... plum chicken
Really want to comment, I really can't do everything, but I went to look for Rimbaud's poems as soon as I watched the movie.
"Poet, fire stealer," he wrote.
I think poets can be replaced with artists to a certain extent. After all, people who have deep thoughts and perceptions about life can easily become pioneers, and of course they may also go to the side.
He wrote: "I am mature enough to die, and my weakness, my imperfections, lead me along a perilous path to the junction of the world and Simery, the land of shadows and whirlwinds." )
Eight days, the last eight days of "my" life, my siblings couldn't wake me up, my children couldn't wake me up, and a woman who had lived on a marriage contract for several years couldn't wake me up.
Does life begin to flow the moment it meets you, or does it begin to flow painfully the moment it separates from you?
It's okay, you live in my notes, you lie in the palm of my hand, in my strings.
If the violin is broken, go and buy it again. If you are cheated the first time, buy it for the second time. If you are cheated the second time...
You say you don't know me, you have no impression of me at all.
On the eighth day, I was panting and dying, and no one could save me.
Through my life, it turned out that only the poor time burst into vigorous brilliance.
That poor time illuminated the last moment after parting until my death.
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