The first time I watched it was in the middle of summer, and I saw that I fell asleep in the middle.
The second time I read the translation, which I didn't know much about, I thought it was her husband who called Lesile before he died in the hospital. The blond and tall Lesile is a Russian girl who once loved to watch the sunrise. I didn't understand why a girl who was passing by at midnight in winter was inserted in the middle, and she said something inexplicable.
The first two attempts to understand the plot left out a lot of details. I only remember the fixed style of Wong Kar Wai, the subway speeding at midnight, the flowing clouds passing by quietly and quickly, the woman's black high heels, she hesitated for a moment when she turned around, but immediately decided to leave, the lights were dim.
The third time I saw it, I could see the sweetness, like the blueberry pie of ice cream melting gradually under the ambiguous light in the title.
If you are injured, you are not looking for a shoulder to comfort, someone who is willing to listen and pay attention when you are frustrated. In the end, that kind of feeling will disappear, the surface of the wound will be scabbed, and you will find that others are just tools. Otherwise, you will be called a false name, and you will not be able to face your shame.
Instead, leave, empty yourself out and then fill it up. When I'm sure I can stand under that window again, even though the building is empty and things have changed, I can look up and smile, because it has nothing to do with me.
There can be a person on the road, make sure he is there, and pour out the feelings of the moment. The feeling of writing a letter to a person is like writing a letter to yourself, and the corners of your mouth rise when you receive a letter. It is a kind of slow happiness, and a rare pure sweetness.
When you came back again, he said, no, this is the seat for you until you come back one night.
Therefore, sincere feelings are not due to the hormonal secretion of the atmosphere in the air, it is not a short-lived love that can be laughed at for a while, nor is the physical and psychological emptiness in the name of love.
Instead, he was ashamed to express it, and then breathed silently over and over while waiting.
Just as she pulled the door handle hesitantly and finally released it the night before she left, after he kissed the ice cream left on the corner of her mouth, he sat in the corner thinking anxiously.
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