Whatever life is, will eventually become that black smoke.
This black-and-white film, like its picture, in which life has no color. Childhood flashed by, love flashed by...
When life is only left with cunfusion and disappointment, as well as the pressure of various uncertainties, and diseases are threatening you all the time, you choose death, although impulsive, but not resignedly.
I believe that there is a kind of person who is born sad. Not the kind of sadness used for pleasure, not sentimental, not exciting... ian should be this kind of person. His emotions were as pale as his face, his emotions were as flustered as his dancing limbs on the stage, his emotions were shaking like when he was sick.
Nothing can make him strong. Nothing pleases him.
He was just talking about his own liberation, searching for liberation step by step. Originally love is liberation, originally music is also, but after all, there is only death.
The scene was blurred behind his slender figure, "love will tear us apart" sounded, he was like a hollow man who needed to be redeemed and remembered.
to joy division.
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