Personally think the most beautiful part is the appearance of the nameless creature.
The background is a large snow-capped mountain, bluish cold. The fur of the creature is like a dark, tangled mass of ink. Not a word. Nor is he wearing human clothes, standing on all fours, and is the only pure wild animal in this film.
What an incredibly beautiful animal.
Magical like those dreams everyone had when they were young. Lonely because you can't share with others; wild because you're free.
The proportion of these dreams coming true is very small. But what's even sadder is that when we grow up and have the ability to chase such wild dreams, the proportion of people who actually pursue them is even smaller.
Pragmatism is the mainstream of society. Buying a thing, making a decision, there are always people who ask you - "What's the use of it?"
Pure beauty is no longer a virtue, beauty with added value is something worth showing off.
When a child begins to think, he will create a wild animal that is beautiful and unimaginable.
It's just that very few of them can live to half the age of the child.
Either buried deep inside, or forced to dress up like a human being.
I think my wild beast is getting weaker and weaker, and its fur is losing its luster.
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