Twelve years ago, he left home without leaving any message with his family. Twelve years later, he left home alone with the news that he was going to die. If I think of this as the return of the young man after leaving home, I prefer to think of this as the 12-year body that has left the heart but has not left, and finally leaving is a relief. Those trivial details, or quarrels or ridicules, or the warmth of indifference, or the short-term disagreements among parents, have all become routine in twelve years. That's what Lewis cares about, and it's what Lewis doesn't care about. In order to avoid being seen by her brother smoking, her mother chatted with Louis in a small room. Louis tried to tell his mother that he was seriously ill, but he stopped. It's not that she can't bear it, but she answers in the gossip of "how old are you this year" that my mother casually asked. "I am thirty-four this year" is a self-question and a self-answer. In the 12 years since I left, I have occasionally returned home with postcards that I don't understand, just to tell my family that I've always been here, and it's good. To leave is to leave. The home behind him is still home, but he really cannot go back. Isn't it just that you have been away from home for several years, and sometimes come home once or twice a year, and every time you face your parents and family, you can no longer answer the questions you have about your current life with your heart and soul? The mother is still the mother, and the family is still the family, but in fact, your life has nothing to do with them, and the world is not what it was twelve years ago. I think my brother also knows about Louis' terminal illness. He doesn't want to face or tell Louis the cruel truth to his mother and sister. In 2008, the remarks of the silent Lewis. In a sense, his brother is the family member that Louis cannot erase from his heart. In the long-shot conversation in the car, my brother didn't care whether Louis saw the sunrise or the cafes that Louis loved to go to. He wanted to hear Louis tell the truth, and he used various means to prevent him from saying it. He really didn't care because he knew he couldn't care anymore. Ou Rong has a film called "The Dying Time" with the same theme. But what Ou Rong wants to say is that at the end of the line, do something. At the end of his life, Roman, the protagonist, will reconcile with his father, mother, sister, and lovers who have been with each other for many years, whether it is through communication, forgiveness or through leaving. But Dolan didn't. He had already chosen another path. When he was caught off guard at the end of the world, he chose not to do so. The family incubates the individual, the individual is put into life, the life goes to the world, and the world is the end. This is not a circuit, but a road that will never go back.
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