with someone else's clothes, someone else's name
but you know my return is unpredictable
If you see me and don't believe it and say,
"You're not here"
I'll show you the signs
and you'll be I'll trust me
I'll talk to you about
the lemon tree in your garden The
cold window pierced by the moonlight
And the marks on the limbs The marks of
love
As we step closer to the dream Between
every hug
Between every call of love
I'll tell you that the journey took
all night and
all the nights to come
Between every hug Between
every call of love It's
all about one man's adventure
and this story Will never stop
- Harvey Keitel's tearful stare, a man's monologue.
A person's life cannot escape the shackles of history. Looking at the silence, it is all heavy, because the joy is only for a while.
The search process is painful and requires a lot of perseverance. Or, how much you respect yourself, how much firmness you have. In this way, the word perseverance is meaningless. You sleep in the open air, you leave your lover, you leave all the warmth and softness, you travel through the hail of bullets, but the result is lost, showing a black hole of sadness. life as it is.
Those three rolls of non-existent film are not non-existent, but rare. This kind of rarity does not change because of the individual. exists but cannot be found. In fact, it exists in every moment. Life goes back and forth, backward or forward, it is actually the same.
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