Broken thoughts of a cold rainy day

Clifford 2022-03-25 09:01:15

Favorite rainy day shots. I like the beauty of the rain accelerating and falling from the sky, the dense air, and the splashing water splashed by pedestrians on the street corner. I like the city that has become hazy, the flowers, and the mountains in the distance. I like the lights on and off. Not the bustling and gorgeous Leonid Afremov, but the cold and quiet. Contemplative. Reminds me of the fire.


It wasn't until she saw that the girl wanted to buy a necklace out of sugar that she realized she probably thought a magician could conjure anything she wanted out of thin air. Even so, I still hate her a bit. It's like hating all those who bear all the efforts of others and don't know it, such as wishing you well. Whether I am envious or jealous, what others have, what is lost, what is cherished, what is abandoned, is always owned by others, and bystanders can at most point and talk to themselves, and then live their own lives.


Traveling through Europe by train is a life that almost every young man yearns for. But in fact, real life is very trivial, and those who do not sit in office cubicles also live trivial lives. Too many people can't get out of their misery. People who are jumping, laughing, and those who use alcohol to relieve their sorrows all have their last resort.


Unreasonably ignoring the hints about photos, and never feeling like it's about elder care similar to a father-daughter bond. Perhaps influenced by Lolita and Leon, if love doesn't differentiate between genders, it seems that it shouldn't differentiate between ages. Reverence and pity are the basis of some people's love, others have no right to point their noses and say, you are not called love. It's just that being kind and giving to each other is not necessarily better than meeting each other for the first time. So when you can't satisfy each other, just walk away.


The magician stood in the window and had a big drink and lost himself. The magician lets go of the rabbit and embarks on a new journey, perhaps to find or find a new self. No one appreciates the things you are good at, you can't eat enough, and it fades away day by day. Persistence may not be the best choice.


Interpreting movies has been turned into a science by many people to find an answer. But what if what I saw, heard and thought was completely different from what the director wanted to express. Just like the little girl and the magician, who owes nothing to the other.

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