IL Mare, is a house, across the long plank road and steps, there is a house with a mailbox that can travel through time and space.
There is always such a place in people's hearts, it is safe and self-preserving, it is there quietly, just like "IL Mare". Everyone is the little fish, the little fish that lives in "IL Mare".
I don't like the name "Untouchable Lovers", it is said that it was translated when the film was released in Hong Kong. "Time, More Love" is its real name, lightly read, time, more, love. It seems that something is being pushed slowly by the tip of the tongue, pushing it to a far place. Farther and farther, farther and farther, slowly diluted and diluted in the air, until it disappears. Isn't it the same with love?
Enshu: I always feel lonely when I live in the "sea". How about Xingxian Jun? Do you feel that way too? The
loneliness is an image that overflows the whole film. The lonely sea is lonely. "IL Mare", the lonely Christmas tree, the lonely Eunsu and Xingxian.
Are Xingxian and Eunsu love? Yes. Is it love? It seems not. Two lonely people, they are looking for warmth in each other's handwriting And rely on. Just like many people like to confide to strangers who can’t meet on the Internet, many times we need to just confide, confide the words that grow on the bones, they are closer than the periosteum. They will accumulate more and more, I have been pressing inward, but if the pain is too much, I will be numb. This is not a good thing, because this is my own business after all, and others can listen to and comfort my own pain, but it is only relieved, and ultimately cannot be cured. But in any case, if you can meet such a person, a person who can perceive your "IL Mare", then you are happy in this boring and hypocritical world. You don’t have to be in love or intimacy. as long as he or she exists. sometimes just stare is a blessing, just like the stars of the time. En Shu Yin is the sky and the stars even after tens of thousands of light years can not be the intersection of stars, only looking at each other.
En Shu: Our pain is not because love disappears, but because love continues.
Xingxian: It's better to have loved than without love. No matter what, it is a wonderful experience in life.
Recently, a friend happened to be broken in love. He moaned and cried on the blog every day, and even put a hideous photo on it. It was the first time I saw what it was like for a boy to lose love, and it turned out to be so helpless. But why do you remind yourself all the time, watching your pain? So forget, how about forgetting? Many people will say that it can't be done. Is it really impossible? It's because I can't bear it, I can't bear that person, I can't bear the memories, I can't bear the laughter, and I can't bear the pain. There were friends who had lost love in the past. Some became "Xianglin's wife" because of this, crying or reprimanding, and some buried their wounds deeply, and those wounds ate her until she described it as haggard. A deep or shallow scar.
Pain is the continuation of love and the end of love. Is it so?
Enshu: I thought I could forget that person, but when I heard his voice again, I was completely broken.
Enshu: Xingxianjun, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please, please help me stop him, don't let him leave.
Ruyi Island, February 25, 1998, morning coffee shop. On the seat was an uneasy Enshu, and across the street was the Xingxian who had experienced painful struggle. He ran over, flew out, and fell, two clear tears, and a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. Time is film, we are all frozen in it, and the story has already been edited. Some things will not happen unless they are prevented, and they will not leave unless they are retained. Enshu retrieved her tape, "I love you, I love you, I love you..." The voice is still so sweet and clear, but the lost love can never be recovered.
Xingxian: I am always entangled by memories that I want to forget. Eunshu, do you have such a time?
Enshu: There are three things that people cannot hide, coughing, poverty and love. The more I want to conceal, the more I want to conceal it.
The so-called forgetting is just that it is ignored in our memory. If life is a tree, then memory is like a tree ring. It grows day by day, from light yellow to dark brown, and is increasingly pushed to the edge, far away from memory. center of. But it does exist, no matter where it is on the edge, he will never be able to surpass that layer of bark. People cannot stop it from moving away, nor can people order it to speed up its pace. Whether it is suffering or joy, it is a part of life, connecting our love and the loved ones. So if it stays away or stays away, it will make people sad. But in the end, I can only say "We must say goodbye. We must say goodbye."
Xingxian: Am I just a stranger to you? Is it just a meaningless stranger?
Yeah, who is really meaningful to whom? Is it possible to say that you are no longer unfamiliar as long as you experience something together? Does it make sense not to be a stranger? The unfamiliar can become familiar, and the familiar can also become unfamiliar. Meaning does not mean forever, but at this moment, this moment. What about the next second?
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