"Before Sunrise" is especially beautiful. The trains meet, show the covers of each other's books, and go to the dining car to eat and chat. Jesse was talking about seeing his grandmother in a rainbow of water pipes one afternoon. There was softness in Celine's eyes. So, get off halfway. Everyone asked, "Get in the car?" Only Jesse said, "Why don't we get off the bus in Vienna. Walk around the city."
They walked, chatted, had coffee, walked, chatted. I talked with two Viennese people on the bridge for a while, and listened to the song "Come here" in the audition room of the record store. on each other's faces. The Ferris wheel turned into a pink bubble in the sunset, and there were two people kissing in the bubble, like two pink bears, fluffy.
The goddess who read the palm said: You are all Xingchen, it's so good, so everything she said wanted people to believe. In the poem of the tramp poet: I carry you, you carry me, this is destiny. Know my heart, know my heart. like a metaphor.
They watched the stars go down and the sun rose. Who said it, but there are traces of everything that passes by, and even the plane has that charming cloud of planes.
But the morning in Vienna is the same as every morning. No one knew that we were sitting on the railings of the square, beside the round bench in the alley, on the green grass, and left empty wine glasses.
Jesse complied with the agreement and waited a few days at the Vienna train station, even writing the cards, but did not wait for Celine to share the night. This kind of feeling is still reminiscent of me, reminiscing about the short-lived joy, romance and warmth, listening to sad songs, and remembering the details of a few words every day, but you have forgotten Let it go. Really sad, the snow in Vienna must have been very heavy that year, and the cold wind would blow the red nose and freeze the ears.
The best is just a night of company, like a lifetime of romance.
God is not in you and me, but between us, every time we try to communicate and understand. When you say this, the air seems to freeze, and you can even feel the sound of time flowing between us.
The sun was just right, the Ferris wheel was high, and we kissed.
The moon is just right, the grass is soft, the red wine is sweet, and we are lingering.
I want to meet again, and I want to have many more nights like this.
But I don't want to have it, I just want to meet by chance and wave goodbye to live and miss.
Nine years later, when the sunset on the Seine shone on two people, Celine said: "Remember the red in your beard that day, it looked so beautiful in the sun."
It was a long nine years, a short nine years. Life didn't get any more romantic because of that night, but the songs you wrote, the dreams I had every night, were our secrets, the containers we missed. Tell you without reservation, like the phone game we played in that late-night coffee shop nine years ago. You talk to your friends about me, and I talk to my friends about you.
Say you are attractive, say I am attracted to you.
I believe that timing, fate is such a dangling thing.
I believe that there are people in the sky who take the red thread to lead everything in the world, and there is a reason for meeting them.
I wrote "Time will tell" on the sand but quickly erased it.
"We appear and we disappear, and we're important to some, but we're just passing through."
Why still don't want to be passing through, want to be in the small room, she dances and says: "Baby, you are gonna miss that plane." He smiled and replied, "I know." Then he stayed.
go to your plane. Go to your New York. I just want to stay by your side. Sometimes a thousand words, sometimes not a word.
View more about Before Sunrise reviews
