Slow motion, composition, changes in tones.
I like that shot, where he sits on the toilet in the bathroom and peeks through the window of the female neighbor and her children, and then the camera moves up and down, and the wooden window or railing frames him like a painting. Absolutely beautiful.
It's just that I still can't accept same-sex love. Understandable, but not resonant. So, so handsome Nicholas showed up, and I couldn't do anything but scream. I'm not that impressed.
Seeing the ending, the male protagonist died. He died so perfectly. It's really not a good idea to kill himself with a pistol. Blood will splatter and he will die ugly. Maybe he's starting to understand, but God is playing a joke on him. Life is so futile. Life is a circle. never get out.
The fun is someone else's, not mine. He looked at the people around him coldly, feeling sad that his world was gray. The pain is that you finally intend to die, but you fail again and again. There are always people and things like this that make you realize that life is not always dark. The occasional sunshine that pours in will make people feel in a trance that love and hope have never disappeared. Happiness is always short-lived, and more often it will fall into memory.
All we have left are memories, lots and lots of memories. Memories are not afraid of consumption, memories are always there. will not diminish over time. It will grow more and more than you can bear. He erodes your heart, making you more and more depressed and empty.
I finally realized that, having loved you, there is no beauty in the world. Love to the depths of loneliness. There may be no true love in this world. People who have been with you for so long, after leaving, it is a sad thing for everyone. I know we'll get used to it and fall in love with another person. However, the gap in the bottom of my heart will get bigger and deeper.
Sometimes we feel in a trance that the person has not left. He just went to a faraway place and never came back.
Perhaps, we are more afraid of loneliness. Losing itself is not terrible. The terrible thing is that after losing, our world no longer exists. We live alone.
When I suddenly thought of that sentence, it was really every word:
Affectionate is a tragedy, and it must be read to death.
And he and him, maybe that's the case.
I remember watching a Korean drama a few years ago where the heroine finally committed suicide by the hero's grave.
I am so afraid and in awe of death.
But losing someone is really the worst thing ever.
Let's love each other well.
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