Love is something that happens often, it's just harder to keep it going. The pessimistic Haruki Murakami said that 100% girls meet 100% boys in the crowd, love happens, and after a moment, love ends. There was a famous slogan: don't last forever, as long as you have it. Maybe this is all right, maybe love is like this, after all, people are just passing by in a hurry... But, whenever I see these, I can't help but think of sitting in a dark and broken castle and being misunderstood by others Rejected, Edward, who could never embrace his lover, kept slicing ice sculptures, sending pieces and pieces of snow to the town. This snowflake accompanies his lover till old age, as a witness of prosperous, grand and desperate love.
Edward's defects are visible, those weird scissor hands, and we also have defects and darkness in our hearts, but they are not easily seen by others, and sometimes we are not aware of them. Falling in love, being separated, not loving, is called cause and effect, fate, fate, and inexplicable. Is it because of a pair of scissor hands that we can't see in our hearts that we can't let go of our arms? What we thought was in the past, we actually remember those scars, those pains. The dazzling sunshine that day, those lollipops that were thrown away, that text message, that look, that cold wind that occasionally passed by... Those scissor-like blades that cut through ourselves will even hurt those we want to hug. There is a guy in "Youyou White Book", as long as he is injured by an opponent, his body will remember and he will no longer be injured by the same attack. We don't have such ability, we can only escape when we are hurt, because of this kind of fear, the more we love, the farther we are from love. Maybe one day, we are too strong to run away, maybe one day, we are too numb to be hurt, but what about the person who once wanted to hug? Always so delicate, and making us so distressed, there is only a snowfall for him. The tiny, mild and harmless snowflakes come from that huge icy hardness. I wielded the sharp blade with extreme care, not for fear of hurting myself, but for fear of tainting a pure white flower that might fall to your hairline.
About Edward Scissorhands, there is still a lot that can be written, such as the beautiful town scenery, such as the tiger-wolf woman who performed hard, such as Edward's amazing skills with Scissorhands... However, those light and happy details, In my mind, it's all secondary.
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