Those who are filled with love will be sentenced to death, and the rest will be either endless exile or infinite reprieve.
In this entanglement between three men and one woman, Ge Chu is by no means the center of everything. Rather, she is free from the boundaries between the boundaries and at the edge of all boundaries at the same time—three men An empire of its own, work, art, relationships, and love (of which it is just one component) arranged in concentric circles around a conceited and unwilling king, orderly and undisturbed— — When she was in the Empire, she was never restless content to put herself in a composition, but escaped from the mold again and again, transforming herself into an amorphous fluid, love or desire The fluid of her, running along a certain centrifugal line toward the direction of departure from the frontier; and when she is in the wilderness outside the empire, the elements of love or desire in her are constantly restless and restless, not longing for stability because Once one ceases to have the face of oneself and becomes a vessel for love and desire (and the pain and sadness that comes with it) there is no more security to speak of, but the longing for overflowing love somewhere to be able to Get poured and refilled. Love is always a connection to the mysterious and unknown alien, and connection changes the face of love, the object of love is always irrelevant, men don't understand this, only love itself, only this flow The movement of its own, even if alone, in a secluded room. Every empire has sent armies to capture me, I've been tossed around, torn apart, dragged in the mud, in love I can't keep my shape, I'm a faceless creature An animal, a projection without form, in the mirror, in the shadow, in the eyes of the lover, but not in himself. And even so, the punishment can never be executed, the executioner is always absent, and Ge Chu, as a tangent of the three circular empires, always flees toward her "Paris", entangled with all eroticism, passion and youth, the past is thrown into The memory is distorted and covered by filters, not as a short visit as a princess in a foreign country, but as a traveler on an endless journey through a landscape, a man can only watch her and her shawl fade away and disappear into gray Or be swept away by this stream of lust and go with her to commit the original sin and live a life of endless escape. The marriage is not the end (it is ended sincerely and firmly) the letters are not the end (they are thrown into the fire) and not even the epitaph (there is not even Ge Chu's name on it but only the words "love is everything" ), everything is just a stone in the endless journey, they can only be vaguely remembered but not inhabited, love is everything, love is everything.
"I believe in the joy of the body and the irreparable loneliness of the soul."
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