Sometimes the pace of fate will go slower, career is down and love is gone, guarding the beautiful street corner with the blue door to kill the daily time.
Perhaps that day was no different from any other day, the sun was not particularly bright, and the air was not fresh. A glass of bright orange juice was an unintentional smile of God, which opened the prelude to a fairy tale.
He spoke to her incoherently, at a loss, stammering a coherent mess of childish words.
She always looks for it, but hides her heart from time to time. She kissed him suddenly in the narrow corridor, and the second time was in the beautiful private garden. They climbed over the railings like children and walked on the grassy green grass I saw the bench under the dim street lights, "For June who loved this garden, From Joseph who always sat beside her." The music played but couldn't hide her melancholy voice, "Some people do spend their whole lives together ."
And, the others? Too many people have it but don't know what they want? Love is a responsibility, a form, a destination, or the most unreachable pursuit in the soul.
He still misses her, walking through the familiar streets and alleys of London, the wind blows, the rain comes, the heavy snow falls, but the scorching sun shines right in front of him. , but she could only wrap herself tightly, hold her memories in her arms, and live with her in her dreams.
They passed by, met, but separated again and again, the subtleties between men and women, the restraint, dodge, and insincere between adults, teasing each other ruthlessly.
When she took the painting and took the last courage to say to him, "I am just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love me." He could only answer, "I love you, you are so loved Welcome, I become powerless in front of you, I am afraid of being neglected and abandoned by you ruthlessly, I have to refuse to escape. Although I am so reluctant, I also know very well that after that, I will regret it and go crazy You better go, just pretend you haven't been here before."
There are many times when the encounter in life can only be so unforgettable once. Witness that scene in the eyes of people.
He said if the man knew that he regretted it, would she still give him another chance.
The 1999 film, every year someone will watch it for the first time, the second time, or even more times.
Since then, many films have borrowed from these ordinary dreamy but unreal fragments, just like every time I see a place and say that sentence, "We can't go back again", I feel very sad. Destruction is to destroy the original. Meaningful things are repeated many times, in any scene, in any place, until you can no longer find any emotion worth touching.
Rewatching this film again, I looked at the drooping corners of the eyes, a little hunched back, graceful and melancholy British man, and thought how cute his small eyes, which blinked nervously. Although he is really a playboy in the present, his initial impression was that he was so warm and lovely. The soundtrack is very, very nice. On this rainy night, the song by Little Pig suddenly sounded. The name is very tacky, and love is a tacky fairy tale.
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