it's already over.
The sky in City C is always gray, and the reinforced concrete appears more indifferent in this air, almost suffocating. It is said that this is due to geographical location.
There are always other reasons.
The sky can be dark, but the heart can't be ashamed.
If I can, I would rather stay silent. Alone, independent, and neighboring loneliness. Then, watching the fire from the other side, standing by without any surprises. I want to watch the prosperous fireworks unfold, but my pupils are always deserted.
Just like the woman named Ada. Since she was six years old, she has stopped speaking, and since then her sky is incredibly blue, like a dream that will never wake up.
This woman is as pure as an elf falling into the world. Her simple and direct look in people's hearts, her posture of walking in the mud with her long skirt, her unusually weak pale fingers, I see you pity. However, she had never found her direction again, she was lost there, tossed about.
The piano is the only tool for communicating with the outside world. Those beautiful notes, according to people listening, seem to instill some kind of emotion in you.
Behind the cold posture, there is still a panic of loneliness.
It’s the same for anyone.
So, when she meets a man who really cares about her, take care of her and take care of her, she will rush to the fire with moths. Although on the surface it still wants to welcome or refuse.
Bein's fingers wandered around her soft body. She closed her eyes.
Or, two people are lying naked on the bed, just hugging.
Do you see the fleeting smile in her eyes?
The tragedy begins here.
You said that everyone has his unique beauty, just feel it with your heart and discover it.
Bein is different from Stewart. He is a barbarian and knows nothing. However, when the piano was left on the beach, only he found Ida's melancholy.
Ada looked at the piano from a distance, the ebb and flow, and the piano sang alone. The loneliness bloomed and extinguished in her eyes.
Bein remembered this moment, and it has become eternal since then.
Use strokes in exchange for keys. It's ridiculous.
But at that time, you were pleased with me, and everything became a matter of course.
Of course, what Ida wants back is not just the piano, what she wants is the feeling that has been missing for a long time. Someone who cares about someone loves, can release all loneliness without hesitation.
Bein would not be satisfied with skin contact, he wanted to enter the heart of this woman who never spoke, and explore the unforgettable memories he had never experienced before.
Two equally lonely souls can comfort each other in the dark night.
It's just that they forgot. Ada's husband is another person.
Stewart is the poorest.
Marry a woman who doesn't love herself. What's more sad is that he just wants to get a woman, even if it's just a walking dead.
He didn't even have the courage to kiss her.
Stewart stood outside the door and witnessed the whole process when Ada and Bein met. He is still waiting, waiting for repentance, waiting for the miracle to happen again.
There are no miracles in life.
At that time I told you that what you can't get is the best. Just like Ida was to Stewart, she became a moonlight in front of his bed and a cinnabar mole on her chest.
It's like you to me.
How I hope that at the end of the film, Ada can sit quietly in the garden and play her favorite piano, and then a cool wind will suddenly blow.
But Bein, who was on the road alone, faced the sea, slightly sad. The sky in the distance was as blue as ever.
But Ada failed to play the piano, and Stewart chopped off one of her fingers.
And the sky that followed was darkened severely.
It was under such a sky that Ada and Bein hit the road. Stewart is already desperate. His crazy behavior is just to impose some memories about himself on this woman. It's so sad.
and after? I have no idea.
Ada finally discarded the piano, and she herself sank into the sea with the piano. Whether she died or not, no one knows. The ending change is often only in one thought. If she struggled to swim up, her life would be very happy afterwards; if she chose to leave, she could only enjoy this century of loneliness forever.
I don't want to pretend to be arrogant.
Because at a certain moment, I suddenly realized that I did not appreciate the second ending as I imagined. Losing it may not necessarily turn into a good memory, but may only leave regrets.
You know, I never wake up. I would rather fall into those blooming dreams, even if they will only wither, disillusion, and annihilate in the end. Whenever faced with the loss, worry, and pain that I wanted to cover up, I had no choice but to remain silent.
Heartbroken.
Actually, I'm just scared.
Afraid of you turning around, afraid of your determination, afraid of you forgetting, afraid of you fleeing.
But this time, because of the immense power that this tragedy has given me, I am no longer afraid and wandering.
I will open the door in the next second to welcome the bright sunshine in this March.
Then, find you.
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