belonged to Hou Hsiao-hsien's era.
wood texture
rain and tears
writing letters with pen
no car no phone.
He served in the military, and
she went to billiards in various cities.
He took leave to find her.
she is not here.
Another city is not there either.
Yet another city.
Her white shirt and long skirt in the pool room.
His arrival made her smile like a flower.
There are still two hours before she gets off work, and
he has to get back before 9 o'clock.
I walked city by city in a day just to see this side.
When they met, they just laughed,
laughed and laughed.
By the time we got to the small platform, the car had already left.
Then let's go outside and wait for a passing car.
The rain fell gently.
Two people, one umbrella.
Two people, holding hands.
rain and tears.
rain and tears.
In 1911, the dream of freedom.
A man's country, a woman's life.
Oil paint tones.
The sound of the banjo was desolate.
After entering the dust for many years,
he was the big tree she wanted to perch on.
After following Mr. Liang for many years,
he wanted to burn himself for more happy children in the world.
Her freedom may be three hundred taels of ransom,
his freedom is a piece of the sky.
Their fate is the fate of the times.
Great sound.
In 2005, the dream of youth.
our age.
All beings.
Cement, locomotives,
lust and love are indistinguishable colors.
Life is as hard and rough as a concrete road,
speeding like a locomotive.
The warmth of the body, the coldness of the heart.
They have sex when they are drunk, and then disperse when they wake up.
Men and women, women and women.
Love without dreams.
No love, no dreams.
View more about Three Times reviews
