Tokyo, the streets at night, are like the beautiful, addictive and coquettish faces of all big cities. Cities are real oceans, you jump in and you can easily be submerged. Looking through the car window, the streets, the flow of people, the neon, the evening breeze, the air... all the strangeness and novelty are coming. Isn't that the result you want? All chance pushes you, find a place where no one knows you, begin with a weary gaze, with fear and freshness, hopelessly fall in love with strangers, for the rest and infatuation, bravely Find a reason.
In the middle of life, how many tired men and women, I do not know how many couples habitually say "I love you" every day. There is a midlife crisis, but there is no forest to get lost, no liger to block the way, no Beatrice to lead the way, and neither hell nor heaven has ever shown a vision that can be saved. Some are just endless journeys, noisy worlds, wake up, open your eyes, the gray sky that is unique to big cities, skyscrapers, viaducts, subways that you don't know, don't understand, and will never know and know everything. this is the truth! We talk extravagantly about enjoying the moment, but in fact the moment enjoys us. At every entrance of life, we buy tickets to enter and surrender ourselves.
The history of urban development is also the history of the decline of human existence. In a particularly large city, who you are is particularly irrelevant. The city never tires, and its robotic arms rise and fall in a heavy, orderly manner that doesn't change the slightest for anyone. You are a passer-by, you are a bystander, you can never enter the heart of a city, no matter how many times you pass by it and walk through its body, it cannot change this fact. How important is it to our outlook on life and the world to understand the insignificance and powerlessness of people in the face of their own material achievements! Freed from everyday life, freed from responsibilities and obligations, the "I" without attachments seems to be my true self. Falling in love becomes easy, there is so much time, so many opportunities, if there is any avoidance and pursuit... You have made up your mind, only in the body of another stranger can you fully observe your own independence , loneliness and isolation, in order to know that you are different, or the same. Only love strangers. This is the modernization of modern people's concept of love.
Do you have such experience? Because I love a person, I fell in love with a city. The BARs we got drunk together, the karaoke sessions we sang together, the roads and zebra crossings we crossed together, the restaurants we ate together, the elevators we rode together, the days and nights we experienced together. Love makes the cold city lively and warm, and the place to leave quickly becomes the reason for the delay in returning. The greatest advantage of the city is that people may leave, but the city is always there. Its constant existence makes the ambiguous, erratic, and unpredictable love tangible and concrete; it makes the abstract love have time and space. The three-dimensional, can touch, can perceive, can be pinned. As time goes by, even if one day you forget the face of each other and the sweet words you said together, there is a city that will always remain in your heart. Drain the story and tell it objectively, the sentimental journeys in our lives time and again, the cities that cannot be reunited, the experiences that cannot be replicated, "not pleasant, but very, very different."
One person is gone, the other remains in place, this can not be regarded as a sad ending. There is always someone who can see you off at the airport or at the station, making you vaguely feel that you have an importance to the city, and that one day you may come back, although many times, it may only stay in maybe. "The longer you live and the deeper you understand yourself, the less things can make you sad." Saying goodbye to a city you can't stay in for a long time, and saying goodbye to a person you can't love, we need a low-key open-mindedness : In the vast sea of people, the acquaintance of you and me will be a secret that will never go home.
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