. When the morning star misses the earth and stops turning, it will float to the surface and go down. At this point everything stops, including time. What is time? Grandpa said he was a child playing sandbags at the beach.
. Do you think I threaten your world, Alexander, I'm just a woman in love
. My little bird of life / Saddened in a strange place / That foreign land is enriched by your coming / And I am thinning for you / What can I give you? / I gave you an apple, but it rotted / I gave you a pear, but it rotted / I gave you white grapes, but they rotted on the road / I gave you my tears, but they were gone before I saw you Dried
If I send you an apple, it'll rot/ If I send you a quince, it'll dry/ a bunch of white grapes/ will lose its beads along the way/ I'll send you a tear in a. .
. . The wandering bird is crying in a foreign land / Lucky foreign land, I miss you /
Kofura, my little flower Little exiled bird/ and unhappy/ a foreign country/ is happy to have you/ and I long for you/ What can I send you/ my little flower
? I want to kidnap you between two books,
you have your life,
that puts my daughter and me out of the game.
I know that one day you will be gone,
the wind will take your eyes far away...
But please give me this day
as my last day,
Please send me this day
. Oh Sairin, it's a pity you can't go with me, Sairin, I'm so scared of where the ocean is so vast and where we'll go Even if there are dangerous peaks, mountains and rivers, policemen and soldiers, we never back down. Now I face the endless ocean. At night I see my mother standing at the door sadly. It's Christmas Eve. The bells of snow-covered peaks are loud. I wish I could hear you talking about those ports and the vast world. Say it, Saylin, say this world. Say it, Saylin
. The last stars before dawn signal the coming of the rising sun. No fog or shadow can taint the cloudless sky. The breeze soothes all living beings, just like the words in the heart. Life is sweet, and life is so sweet.
. Mom, why? Why do things always go wrong?
Why? Why do we have to stink, hovering between pain and desire?
Why am I wandering all my life? Why do I feel at home when I have the rare opportunity to speak my native language?
When I can still find the lost or forgotten words from the silence, will my footsteps return home again?
Why? Mom, why...we don't know how to love?
. My little flower foreigner I.. too late tomorrow is a day or forever
. And here you are, everything is waiting, for the real. For the truth... Kofla... The Outcast... I... late at night. Korfra. exile. I. late at night. Kofla... Kofla...
．How long will tomorrow last? Eternity and a day
"The only thing a movie can do is to sweeten the passage of time" - Angelopoulos
"The boy speaks the language of maturity, the old man has the hesitation of growing up. Buy vocabulary The poet, the unfinished long poem "The Trapped Freeman". Empty carriage. An Zhe's style is like Jiang Kui's words, wild clouds flying alone, leaving no trace, although the rhyme is high, it is like looking at flowers in the fog, One last layer."
"The old and the young on the stop-and-go bus, the hot and silent flag-bearer, the clutch lover, the ideal music student, the erratic poet, the working conductor, and the driver all the way forward, all the cutscenes on the bus are magnified."
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