I don't think there is a greater movie than this, in this light yet touching heartfelt emotion, which must have transcended morality, gender, origin of any mundane mortal beauty.
In the 130-minute movie, he did not have a face-to-face word with him, but he knew deeply that he loved him so deeply.
In order to appease his grief of losing his daughter, he came to this beautiful and sad water city. He leaned against the rail of the boat, and despite his calm appearance, he could not hide his inner sorrow. Everything was so predestined, and when he first saw him, he knew that Venice would be a special place, a city with which he was constantly involved and haunted by his dreams, because it was here that he met him. .
Until the end of his life, he still did not have too much contact with him, but in the short glances, he understood that he loved him deeply.
He is irritable, but as long as he sees him, all his unhappiness disappears without knowing it, and what he does every day is to search for his existence in the city with his eyes, eat, watch In any situation where everyone is together, he is always watching him from some quiet corner. As long as you look at him, the restless heart in his heart will calm down. This feeling is like I have often experienced. In a situation where you can't hold back, if there is a person, as long as you see him, you will be calm and calm. Inexplicable inner ecstasy, then you like him very much.
When he began to slowly understand that all of this came from something called love in the world, he decided to leave, in order to stay away from fear and helplessness. He passed him by, when he passed by his side, he stopped and stayed for a long time, he could not forget his delicate appearance, the beauty between his eyebrows, that seemed to have the life of the whole world. He silently said to himself in his heart: The time we met was so short, may God bless you.
It seemed like a joke arranged by God. He failed to catch his own train, which was nothing more than giving himself an excuse to stay. He followed him and kept a certain distance from him, but he reminded him of "Dark War" within his own sight. Such a brief following is also a manifestation of deep nostalgia, which has already spread to the streets of Venice. In the alley, a slender but sturdy rope has long been extended from this end of his heart to his side. He looks forward to every casual or malicious look back and smile. He doesn't know when he will be able to encounter such a smile that gently lifts the corners of his mouth and makes him intoxicated. The only thing he can do is to follow closely. He did not miss any possible opportunity. He sat on a chair by the side of the road, he said to himself: You can't smile like that to anyone, I love you.
The only time he touched his hair, he wished time would stand still, and he was willing to stay in this disease-ridden city in order to see him a few more times.
He trimmed his beard, dyed his hair black, put on makeup to make himself look younger, in a clean white suit, how he wished he was decades younger, and he followed him through the streets of panic and disease . Eventually he fell down and cried. And that white suit seems to be telling a grief.
On the beach, he looked at him, but he no longer had the strength to take a step closer to him, calling his name softly, he knew that the most beautiful words he could say at this time were His name, he raised his arms in the sea as if to greet him, he tried hard to get up and raised his arms, but he couldn't anymore, he looked at him, imagining his look back and smile, in that full of Fall in the fantasy city and never rise again. His life seems to be alive only in this city, although it is so short, although it seems to be a whole-hearted love with a personal plot, in such a silent love, I would like to define it this way, and he will never know, he There is a person around him who is so persistent without any impurities, who loves him, and loves him so much that he loses his life.
Abandoning long and long discussions, all language is replaced by the heavy Fifth Symphony. Under such music, who can escape.
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