If you are in a light blue sea, if you are alone in that little boat and let it drift, if the murmur of the piano music is heard in your ears, with the shallow flow sound of water. So, what is your favorite destination? You might not know Il Mare, - it's just an Italian word. But when you look up and see the house built on the sea just a short distance away, you will instantly understand that Il Mare is here.
Time is very convenient, very convenient, and something that is very easy to use for making a fuss. Because no matter where you are, its loving hands can touch your skin, one inch, one inch, real and profound. Talk to time, whether you choose the truth or the lie, it doesn't count, everything is already arranged. In the process that you and I had to move forward under the bewitchment of it, in the blink of an eye, each other's hair was gray. And in every little fold that heralds the end, miss, it's a foregone conclusion. Even the accident of time reversal and dislocation in the Il Mare hut cannot escape the final fate.
I have always liked delicate and soft films, probably because of my preference for quietness. I have become very fond of pondering those pictures that seem to be unpolished but can leave people’s aftertastes. "Untouchable Lover" was recommended to me hastily. She is a woman as warm as water, so I watched it with great expectations. Indeed, in the passage of time, I have been moved by the small details and the gentle and simple pictures. The love between Xingxian and Eunshu is because of a mailbox in front of Il Mare's hut that can connect with time. They have unknowingly brewed a faint affection in the two-year time difference. Romantic feelings are tied to beautiful heartbeats. This is not a science fiction film, and the oriental aesthetic angle is destined not to be entangled in unknown time and space. This is just an interpretation of a psychological understanding. After all, it is not uncommon in real life.
That's the beauty of time. It designs everything properly, and then hides in the corner and watches the well-planned shows play out one after another. You also have to ask, why I am obviously in the same city as him, why do I and he have to pass the same place, but we pass by each other many times? Why has she suddenly become my best friend, who has always been a stranger? Why is it that he is so intimate, that you are so close to me, but he leaves without saying goodbye? In fact, there is no reason, everything is just the folds of time at play. No matter how much living space there is, as long as there is something related to you that still exists, then it will drag your steps without a trace. No matter whether you are in the end of the world, whether he is in the cape, you can throw away all the shackles and meet. Who said it, from the moment life is formed, the ending has been written, but your eyes are blindfolded - no one knows the ending, so there is a process.
Please don't accuse my fate. Because even if you can't be sure, at least you don't have the ability to deny it. Xingxian and Enshu met by chance in the gap of time, Xingxian knew about her, but Enshu didn't know he was there. As a result, they passed by without fate again and again, and left silently with sadness again and again. Even if they experienced the happiness identified in each other's hearts, the rest was just a layer of loneliness. When Xingxian was involved in a car accident, he met Eunshu for the last time—Eunshu's glass fell from the sky, and the bright red juice spilled, like blood spilling out of Xingxian's brain. Then, two tears bloomed in the corner of Xingxian's eyes with a smile.
You can't turn a blind eye to those joys and sorrows, because they are closely connected to each other, completely happy and completely sad. When the clear blue water engulfed Enshu's gloves, when the clear blue water contained Xingxian's little fish, everything was like trying to freeze the picture. "I'll wait for you here. It only takes a week, but it will take you two years." If you look at the vast sea of water from a distance, how many things can we hold firmly in each other's hearts? Maybe, we can all pull the time back and temporarily replace each other's sins. It's a pity that at the moment when the turn is not seen, the back that belongs to each other is destined to be an extremely clear truth and cruelty.
Probably, the perfect storage is always only the lens, only the text.
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