Lonely old man, waiting for a lifetime. Alone, walking alone, old age, youth is gone, dreams are eroded, passion is worn away, flowers bloom and fade, sunrise and sunset, just live your life like this, just come and go quietly, just like this. Nothing is given and nothing is gained.
In fact, there is always a kind of emotion sealed in my heart, there is always a kind of hope that seems to have become despair, it seems to have been forgotten, but it is still there, it never leaves, it waits, it shows up.
So quietly, at a delicate moment, it still poured out, at this age that seems to have been insulated from love, at this age that seems to have passed by and never met with happiness.
I can't understand what kind of feeling it is. Love has become hazy and complicated in the precipitation of life, and it has become subtle and psychedelic. sweet? panic? Suspect? Or indifferent? Which one accounts for more?
When I met you, you were just on your way, and I was about to finish.
It's destined to have no results, it's destined to be an impulse to silence, but so what? Years have taught me not to be timid or confused, taught me not to worry about gains and losses, taught me to enjoy the moment, taught me to cherish happiness.
Anyway, this is the only happiness I can grasp.
So, I will love you with all my heart like a ignorant girl of fifteen or sixteen; So, you will appear in my dreams day and night; So, I will watch you play in the sea and feel sweet alone; So , I will secretly rejoice with the shell you gave me; then, I will carefully teach you to read my name; then, I will burst into tears in the sound of your violin.
After all, it is fleeting, and after all, it leaves me. I am unable to grasp it, nor do I want to grasp it, it does not belong to me.
In the season when all these are withering and withering, waiting for a dream and blooming youth is enough. I just sit quietly at the end of my life, watching you go away.
I'm very happy.
What touched me the most was precisely the last shot of the film, the two old sisters were still walking along the seaside as usual, Ursulla even jumped to meet the waves and greet the dusk.
The splendid dusk is the background of life, in that piece of gold I am dying, my face is full of smiles, my life has been watered with happiness, and I am peaceful and content.
The sound of the waves bursts, the sea gulls gather, the distant horizon is a blurry blue, and the dream is full of lavender and violets.
Ps I still remember the film I watched during the Dragon Boat Festival holiday. I originally planned to write a good one, but I haven't had the time. It has really dragged off my passion for writing until now. Especially when I watched [Seraphine] today, I am even more concerned about this. The impression of the film has been diluted a bit, so I can only write two sentences, which is deeply regrettable.
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