meet.
He walks into the hotel he's been running that hasn't had a customer for a long time, and he's bored to death by gushing about his family history to the only guest; With his gun to fly away the bottle he imagined as a gardener; he wants to know the end of the unknown poem, he wants to join their robbery...
change.
He told the past of being a clown in the circus that he didn't want others to know, he cut the cool hairstyle that was trendy and long-awaited; he felt the feeling of being a teacher, he hugged the woman he loved...
But This is the last night. In the morning, thank you and say goodbye. He goes to the bank, he goes to the hospital.
Have you faintly felt the whisper of fate? Why are the two of them in the car with solemn expressions? He lay silently on the operating table, he put money in the bag-until the throbbing curve suddenly turned into an icy straight line in the shrill bell, and he fell silently at the muzzle of the gun.
End it! Before I can cry! But the feeling in the dark was normal, and both of them opened their eyes again. Fragments of memories, fragments of fantasy, fragments of the future, mixed with the soothing piano sound and the noisy train sound, while staring, he played the piano, he got on the train, and it ended.
How can you hold back the tears? Who can look at the hope of the two dying with cold eyes? If the two hadn't met, death wouldn't have had such a big impact. But when he has money, he will start a peaceful life, and he will start a new journey after getting a haircut, but both of them have already started their hearts, but their bodies will always fall down at this time.
But what should I say, after all, he passed through slippers, knew the end of the poem, he fired a real gun, and hugged his beloved woman, is there even a little bit of satisfaction? But why is the heart still so sad? Why? For their long lonely souls? For their friendship and trust that only existed for three days? The helplessness of losing to fate for two men?
After all, everyone is alone!
The tones in the film are sometimes cold and dark, sometimes warm, sometimes guitar harmonica, sometimes soft piano, indifferent conversation, conversation, and the lives of the two have been intertwined since then. French-style mild humor and dramatic accident can be seen everywhere, two most ordinary and bottom-level characters, only three days of the simplest plot, the most complex and profound moving.
"Stranger"
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