He closed the door and fell on the bed, his hair was a little cool against the pillow. It was the same summer outside the window, and the sunlight dyed the leaves even darker green. The mobile phone on the bedside table suddenly rang, a familiar ringtone, with vibration. He grabbed it, looked at the text and began to smile.
If I hadn't watched this movie all of a sudden, I might have forgotten that there was such a simple day in my life, when every moment was full of little happiness. Dreaming to oneself in such a steaming summer, no matter what the future will be.
The stars and cicadas in those nights, the coursing in the silence, the secret care, every little detail. It was an era that only belonged to teenagers.
I tried but couldn't explain the little tacit understanding in the film. Treasure hunts as a child, those simple memories of friends, a catchy piano piece that carries years of past. Those who left, were reluctant to part, those who suddenly met when they met again, the acquaintances, the whispers in the smile. Everything is uncovered in a clean, almost pure white atmosphere. All these things that are so clear that they cannot be forgotten.
And what is love.
There is too much love interspersed in the film, too many emotions are dazzling, and it is impossible to accept them one by one. The love of father and daughter, the love of friends, the love of wife and husband, the love of grandmother and grandson, the persistent secret love of the next door neighbor, and the same-sex love that finally surfaced but quickly disappeared. In all kinds of love, everyone is struggling quietly and being hurt willingly.
Tong and Mew. This simplicity feels cruel. It seems that it was only quietly derived from the brotherhood of childhood sweethearts, but in their respective adversities, they felt each other's heartache and cared for each other. At the end of the summer party, the love song written only for one person was so bold and explicit yet cautious. The only kiss in the film, a small climax leads to a bigger trough turning, the two boys who were already covered with scars may not know how many things are waiting in the future, waiting to devour them one by one Happy, innocent and carefree.
People always grow up.
The responsibilities of society and family are oppressed. Tong's choice is not so much voluntary, but rather a compromise from love. In a family that could never be reunited, he hung a single doll on the tree on Christmas night.
I still can't understand why Tong suddenly said "we'd better not be together" on such a special occasion, nor why Mew readily agreed with "Okay".
"But that doesn't mean I don't love you."
So how do we love? Let go of those who have been brilliant and crazy, then calm down, step by step and move towards the future, forget those who are behind you.
Sometimes I really hate growing up all of a sudden.
When Mew tearfully said "thank you" to the doll, I suddenly realized that maybe this is where the story really ends.
This story that happened in the summer finally ended on the eve of the new year. Ended up in the dream that never retreated before growing up.
Even if the puppet is fitted with a nose, what it brings is memories from years past, or just a broken promise.
"He will have a good job, find a good girl, and live happily in the family."
Sometimes happiness is based on amnesia, forgetting what has happened in a cruel and gentle way and embracing what will happen in the future, This obvious reality is as natural as adults laugh at children's obsession with colorful soap bubbles.
"If you really want him to be happy..."
then submit to the world. give up. give up.
Those summers are forever, indelible in the sound of the piano, forever imprinted in the boundaries between adults and children. It is like a rest that separates dream and reality forever, leaving a blank space for people to sigh, but some people call it light.
A heart-wrenching movie. A forever summer. I silently closed winter along with the video window. But he forgot where to go next.
"Ah, go on, let's go
on, life still has to go on,
youth won't come back
Youth will not come back,
I understand"
- 929 "Summer"
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