At that time I said that my favorite lyric was "Lonely people are always used to being lonely and safe". You reply "Oh". Then in the KTV half a month later, you clicked the song, just clicked to listen, but pointed out the lyrics, smiled and said to me, this is your favorite sentence.
I am not lost in the city where I have lived for 20 years, or in a strange country where I am studying, but in a person I have known for more than a year.
Lonely, smiling, tolerant, lofty, calling friends eager to talk but swallowing tears, endless insomnia, smoking, drinking, carnival. . . The first time I saw this petite Charlotte, I thought she was full of me, so familiar to me.
The bustling streets of Tokyo are full of people, and people who are in a hurry at least know where they are going, but she is not, she is just submerged in the lively crowd, lonely and alone. This reminds me of the difference between the words alone and alone in high school. She's not alone, but lonely.
But I was just the opposite. Although lost. Although alone, but not alone. Powerful self-hypnosis and self-deception mental power.
The meeting of two lonely souls will eventually lead to a spark, no matter what kind of emotional label it is.
I like Bob's deep eyes and his gestures, all of which show the charm of an old man. He is an elder, a father-level figure, who can be used to rely on, to hug, to keep warm, and not to be used to escape reality to regain a new life.
After the last hugs and kisses, the tears and the whispers that no one knew and called it a promise, the noise was still there, the loneliness was still there, and it all came back to reality. The road that should be taken must continue to be walked, the days that should be lived must continue to be lived, and the lost must continue to find a way out.
In fact, what's the big deal, Tokyo is just a temporary place for them, they are just tourists living in hotels with carry-on luggage. And this kind of tourist status has made me envious for a long time, in that strange country with no home, no one to love, no one to love.
Lonely people are always used to being lonely and secure. They will always find the security that suits them, and so am I.
"Lonely people are always used to being lonely and stable. At least, our straight lines have crossed."
View more about Lost in Translation reviews
