After the age of 17, all memories of toys and companions gradually disappear, all feelings related to pure trust are shelved, no one needs to be trusted, and all feelings are no longer worth cherishing.
Buzz Lightyear is my favorite toy in the whole movie, he looks like a friend of mine. In this day and age, all those who have good fantasies are lonely, they are all abandoned Buzz Lightyears.
There is no more grief than the death of the heart, and sometimes, there is no more grief than the immortality of the heart. Toys are desperately looking for owners who, then and now, haven't even noticed that something important has disappeared. Giving up or persevering is actually just a psychological comfort for oneself.
"Where is your master?" This is what the strawberry-flavored bear said to others when he escaped from the dump alone, like an old man who has experienced too much sophistication, selfish and cold, composed, invulnerable, and elegant in speech.
Where is your master when love is thrown into the dump as an expired toy? In this adult fairy tale, I think only the big bear is sad, and all love, when it loses its cherishing and trust, will become extremely scary.
In the adult world, it is not that there is no love, but that there is no cherishing. As you get older, there are fewer and fewer things to cherish. Look at those worldly chaotic eyes, how can you still hold crystal tears?
In this story, I see less and less childhood imprints, replaced by adult emotional games. Growing up Andy gave the toys to the little girl and he said, "You have to promise me to take good care of them, can you take care of him for me?"
One day you will grow up, one day you will Leave.
But I believe in love.
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