In "The Pianist at Sea", 1900 went up and down in the crowded and noisy cabin to
find the girl he fell in love with at first sight, and leaned down to kiss her face through the night.
Sometimes I wonder if Barico is really Italian?
Why is people's love always so oriental in his novels?
The silence, deepness, and elegance of love, and the thousands of twists and turns happen inside
the "Silk". The same is true:
the
girl . However , it is profound and captivating.
However, her beauty is not so much functional, but rather conceptual.
The man's attachment to her is not so much a woman as she is an image
. She represents his life. The secrets, taboos, unknown origins, but I have been admiring the
dark snowy night, the sharp mountains, and the vast ocean.
Since then , it has been like this year after year, kissing goodbye in the semi-bright morning. His wife
, with the extraordinary enthusiasm of a lover, traveled across the Eurasian continent
to meet the hot spring woman thousands of miles away. He did not love or even talk to her.
In the misty snow hot spring, she turned her head like a water demon. She raised her icy eyes
and looked at him deeply, and then sank into the water, so to him, she became a boneless woman.
The woman is like a still life, full of ritual, strange and natural
. Isn't a woman like a man who is not afraid of cruel wind and snow a
kind of destiny? !
But the cruelty of the years is this: no matter how good the love will pass
, everything will pass, including ourselves
He loved his wife dearly, and the death so close at hand was the shock and remorse that he woke up from his big dream.
For a man, the woman who was his wife would never be the most incisive
one, only the most incisive one. Is it the one that has not been obtained or will never be obtained
? How much does his wife want to be the cinnabar mole in his heart?
She longed for his body and mind as much as he longed for the hot spring woman
. Before she died, he wanted to confess her confession, but she covered his mouth and said, "I know, my dear..."
He was like a child , fell on top of her and wept bitterly, when he didn't know it was her who wrote the letter:
"My beloved, do not be afraid, do not speak, stay as you are.
I'm here at your side. Do you feel me?
Who could ever erase this moment.
There is no end to it, don't you see?
But we were meant to do what we had done.
Believe me, my lover, we have done it forever.
And if it serves your happiness,
do not He hesitates for a moment to forget this woman,
who now says, without a trace of regret. Farewell! ”
She wrote her final farewell letter with all her strength of love,
and that treacherous oriental woman does not have such a strong and deep love
She only wrote one note: "Come back, or I will die!"
The end of the film:
In the quiet afternoon, the lilies are in full bloom, and the sun is as pale as gold, as if the
end of the world, a cold wonderland, eternal and kind The forbearance will eventually disappear. . .
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