crowded city, the most prevalent emotion is loneliness.
Under the lonely starry sky of Tokyo, two lonely Americans met in a bar in a foreign land.
He is an angry Hollywood movie star, sadly and feebly watching his years go by. Love retreats sadly from marriage, and all the passion for survival disappears. Life no longer had any meaning to him, as if there was only a numb body walking blankly. He came to Tokyo to shoot a whiskey commercial. He has no interest in this job.
She is a young and beautiful university graduate, just as she is young. She married a photographer and accompanied her husband to Tokyo, only to find that her husband was completely immersed in work and almost ignored her existence. She had no choice but to wander around the city boredly, wandering aimlessly in the streets.
He met her.
Two lonely people.
Two lonely hearts.
They don't talk about love, they only warm each other in the distance between them.
When the story was about to come to an end, he attached to her ear and whispered a few whispers.
This is a secret that only belongs to them, not to their respective spouses, not to director Sofia Coppola, not to us under the screen, only to the two of them.
He finally kissed her.
She finally burst into tears.
They said goodbye to each other. Then, leave separately. Disappeared in a bustling flow of people in an instant.
It seems that everything has happened, and it seems that nothing has happened.
There is no heartbreaking, no life and death, only the sorrow that flows slowly and the helplessness that spreads quietly.
It is better to forget each other in the arena.
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