An unknown existence with a beautiful past is a false program, and the hope that lasts for three years is the destruction of nothingness.
Three days of waiting in three years, but only a few seconds of flesh turning into a puff of ashes.
It turns out that we do not exist in other people's memories, waiting alone on the moon for a handshake and talking to plants. There is no one on earth waiting for us to return home.
Duncan is so cruel, this heartbreaking moon story is a bit like our life.
Out of place, no one knows, talking to himself.
Covered by a beautiful and unrealistic dream, one mind is moving forward, in fact, there is no love and hugs waiting at the end.
What we are heading towards is nothing but disillusionment, we have gone through a series of difficulties, and calmed down a few troubles and twists. They continue to flow.
Lies and hopes push people to be optimistic, to smile, to go through year after year, to make a wish every year, and they won't come true.
Memory is the old irreversible thing, it's not that important. The future is the new and unpredictable thing that is important but we can't do anything about.
So, from birth to death, the only thing we can really work on is "living" and watching the new time overwrite the old time. Happy to never tire of nostalgia.
People always sing their own greatness and wisdom, why do I think people are the most powerless existence. In "The Lobster," everyone dances with headphones, and that's what it feels like.
These questions about life don't have to have answers. Like the first four clones, Sam, looking forward to coming home uninformed, Tess is real, Eve is real, my memory is real, I am real.
A life that knows the answer makes one have no courage to go on.
Continue to live in lies and blind optimism, happy for the sunrise and sad for the sunset. Mark a smiley face, tie a knot, and the day goes by. The corners of my mouth are upwards when I am happy, and downwards are when I am sad. Waiting for a handshake, a hug. A reunion after a long absence, a tearful reunion. Looking forward to every birthday candle that blows out and takes away my wish.
Will I meet another me? Exchanging memories, the more you talk, the more lonely you will feel.
This time I chose to stay, holding my broken tooth and not going home.
Please leave me in the broken stroller and watch you fly to the earth with the aircraft.
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