I opened your door.
The gray-purple castle has flying birds and the singing is sad and beautiful.
You say, I am the king of this city, and you will not be able to live when you come.
I see green flames beating in your eyes. I know you have been trapped in this loneliness for too long. I saw your violent childhood, saw your scars, I stretched out my hands and called to you.
But dreams left you and me when the sun came.
Now, I am sitting in a dark room thinking about you like this, but I have repeatedly abandoned you that day. Let your heart imprison all gratitude in the gray-purple sky. In fact, God is by your side, and it is me who will let you down. Why do you blame him.
I don't like the image of a strong western woman posing as an angel. The body that eats too much junk food always makes me laugh. Just like the absurd woman in this movie. There is even a bit of trash-like love or something. I'm dizzy...
but I never get tired of this movie.
Because I like the weirdness of its dreams, like the white dog and the glass room.
He has his king, a very handsome king, who rules his life and his soul.
I think his cowardly childhood withered prematurely under the endless father's power, can he choose? Can't. Therefore, he and I both listened to the master who lived in our heart. He was not lucky enough to have a gray-purple king, a fearful king, and a desperate king. And I, listening to the story of the beautiful little red knight, I believe that the human heart is to be accepted and clean, so I trust God. Trust the old man who is not so bright.
I am obsessed with dreams.
Many men with all kinds of pathological wisdom have studied our dreams, as if they were the most true means of prying into our hearts. However, I used my pencil to record my dreams for many years. I saw the traces of life, the misery of the soul, and the desperate love... I can't tell the reason, but I believe that the dream is the most obscure code. I am afraid that the one who reads the mouth does not belong to the dreamer anymore.
His city has blood and flogging. I looked at the hoop on his back with shocking satisfaction.
I think his master is also wearing the red brocade, which is very beautiful.
I heard his voice longing for relief, but it was too late.
He should have given hope to God, to the man who had deprived him of everything. But he didn't. He refused to forgive God's negligence and refused to give him the last chance to himself. Or God will be sad for him, but God will no longer give him a reason to live. Satan took him and walked on a darker road with all his grudges. I knew that there was no more sunshine than the wailing of killing.
Therefore, we should not resent. Life is still life. We all love it.
It is worth mentioning that the music of the movie is very exciting.
There is a melody like a fan, and the tension is urgent.
The faint Turkish style accompanied by the gloomy theme creates a desolate atmosphere of despair. A breath I am familiar with. When DARK blends into the religious atmosphere, it will appear even more shameless. I like this feeling, a feeling that can be arbitrary.
Black is destruction.
Destruction is harder than creation. So destruction is more powerful and more shocking.
The deserts in the film often appear in my dreams. There are countless rooms, dripping rooms and corridors.
The same silence, the same oppression.
When the strong horse split instantly, I saw the breathing of the body through the glass. The horror is exactly the same as my dream.
I am a paranoid person. For dreams, there is a plot that is close to worship.
I believe that the feelings brought about by dreams are also part of life, even if it violates your rules.
At the end of the story, you can only indulge.
Water is said to be the cleanest and most thorough. It is said to be the source of everything.
I watched the childish face gradually being destroyed, and my heart slammed shut.
No relief, no.
No matter how struggling, it won't help.
It is not our body that invades. Perhaps what is eroded is hope.
It collapsed suddenly, a mess.
It was disgusting to watch the rats and insects run away.
2004-10-13 15:02:03
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