you are my favorite song

Anabel 2022-12-10 14:27:43

It's a movie about searching, and the male protagonist drives his car all the way down a seemingly aimless highway.
During the journey, he kept dating different women in an attempt to forget the past, but every time the result was helpless and meaningless, just like the road that never ends, he was completely lost in himself. in pain.
Every time the camera hits him, it's always stuck tightly. I can feel his inner depression. Except when the song in the car is accidentally played from outside the picture, I hardly realize that I'm watching a movie. .
"Gold and silver are the paintbrushes of autumn, and the sky deep in her heart is silence. Right or wrong, that is the answer. What can't be forgotten are her lovely eyes. When autumn and winter come, I want to travel alone, and I cannot If I don't break up with her, I have to find another relationship, my heart is screaming, I have to sing, sing my favorite song."
Maybe forgetting is to wake up, people are so contradictory. The awakening itself is a kind of search, looking for the memory of the self-escape.
Finally we know the answer - people are scattered but the song is not over. And the result is no longer important, because my favorite song is you.

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The Brown Bunny quotes

  • [first lines]

    [Bud walks up to a young woman, working behind the counter in a gas station store]

    Bud Clay: Hi.

    Violet: Hello... Did you just come from the race track?

    Bud Clay: Mmhm.

    Violet: Did you win?

    Bud Clay: No.

    Violet: Oh.

    Bud Clay: How much is this?

    Violet: $2... Will you be racing again?

    Bud Clay: Going to California. I've got to be there by Friday.

    Violet: California? I always wanted to go to California.

    Bud Clay: Really?

    Violet: Yes.

    Bud Clay: It's nice there.

    Violet: Is it?

    Bud Clay: Mmhm.

    Violet: I thought it would be.

    Bud Clay: Is your name Violet?

    Violet: Yes, it is.

    Bud Clay: Who made the necklace?

    Violet: I made it.

    Bud Clay: You think you'd want to come with me?

    Violet: I don't even know you.

    Bud Clay: Please?... Please?... Please come with me.

  • [last lines]

    Bud Clay: No.