A young woman trying to find the direction of her soul, majoring in philosophy, married for two years, almost a stranger. One is a male star who is numb to his work and bound by his family. He is middle-aged and in crisis. He has been married for 25 years, and his left hand holds his right.
The story is not complicated, scattered in the ambiguous night of Tokyo, Harris saw Charlotte for the first time in the elevator, a group of people who couldn't wake up squeezed in a small space, swaying from side to side with understanding and self-denial, Charlotte smiled to herself , exhaustion is still bright, but only for a moment, only Harris can see.
The ground in their room is very high, and at a glance, all the loneliness covers the whole city and the whole night from that angle. Can't sleep, such two people always keep their eyes open, crawling towards the dawn. The process of waiting for dawn is agonizing. She walks around in all corners of Tokyo, admiring this strange and fresh city like a wide-angle mirror, the modernity is fast, the rush and noise during the day, the lively and casual at night, it is open and tempting.
In the bar, Harris always went for a drink, and sometimes fans recognized him and talked passionately about his films, and he hid a few words of resistance. Sometimes he talks in English to the guests next to him, no one cares and no one understands, but he is very engaged. Charlotte also came. In the small gathering, there was always no place for her, and her husband talked endlessly with another actress. The two depressed people finally met in the accidental meeting of eyes.
I believe that everyone has their own unique aura, favoring some people and rejecting others. I haven't met you yet, but I have known you for a long time. In the vast sea of people, I can definitely attract you to my side, my left side. We can clink glasses and the toast can be, let's all go to sleep early. Even better, in the crowded streets, run fast, suddenly left and right, imitating the plot of escape in the movie, and laughing wildly. Calm and sit together to watch the dance performance for a while. The night was beautiful, he had already fallen asleep in the taxi, the wind was blowing in by the window of her car, her hair fluttered slightly, and a pure smile rippled on her face. Whether this feeling of safety and comfort is love, it comes at random, and it is not in the hands of people, maybe they don't know it yet. Because, even after drinking sake, lying on the big bed in the hotel, talking in a daze, talking a lot, and not hugging, she curled up in a baby position, lying next to Harris, like leaning against a big tree. This time, they were all asleep. Temporary relief, walk away from bad reality for a while.
However, when Harris's wife made a long trip, it was easy to bring him back to reality, and it was still hard to deal with it. Charlotte came into contact with the reality of different cultures in the temple, which gave her some inspiration. Under the cherry tree, she participated in an exotic wedding, which was solemn and elegant. Holding hands is a recollection of twists and turns. Drops of water lowered solemnly from the dark-colored tiles. She was moved, and she was glad that she could feel such a move.
Love comes at will, but also quietly goes away, or is interrupted. There is no reason, and no explanation, why he lent it to another woman, even for one night. She wanted to question, but she didn't even have a position. I try to understand that Harris and the folk singer are adults who understand the rules of the world. They don't need to explain to each other or even say hello. And with Charlotte, she looked indifferent, but she was sensitive and fragile, and was in deep danger at any time. Harris knew this, he was also moved by this girl, and he was even more afraid of being involved in this unplanned whirlpool.
The trip to Tokyo is just too short a chapter, unable to dominate the entire grand drama. He was going to leave after all. On the way to leave, he still looked back and saw her thin back in the rolling red dust. He couldn't bear it any longer. He jumped out of the car and rushed forward, giving a deep hug and a deep kiss. Charlotte's stubbornness turned into reluctance at the moment, moistening the corners of her eyes and brows. It can only be so.
They didn't fall completely, and they didn't win the redemption of themselves. At the moment of the meeting, they got a moment of respite in this short intersection. And the rest of my life, I miss you, just once.
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