Before watching "Lost in Tokyo", I didn't expect to get such a feeling. After reading it, I remembered the words in "A Dream of Red Mansions": Never forget, never leave. It turns out that the person who cannot forget and abandon in the end is only oneself. Those who make movies, those who act in movies, and those who watch movies are all trying to please themselves in it.
So I ran into myself, the past stars and sensitive girls in "Lost in Tokyo" are just another self with a new face. They worked so hard to make their debut and watch them by themselves. Tokyo is just a symbol, a scene, where people are lost, and it doesn't matter whether they are in Tokyo or New York.
It's just another self. The heroine Charlotte has a young face and an old heart. The lover slept beside him but seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. Walking in a huge unfamiliar city, there is no goal, lost direction, everywhere weird and suffocating. People who are insecure cannot get out of loneliness wherever they go. I have also encountered pleasant pictures and warm scenes, but what does it all have to do with me? The so-called promise and stay together are nothing more than thoughts that fall into the heart, and the whispers in the wind. Life is lonely. This talent is carried with you and is expanding day by day. It is greater than the four seasons of day and night, greater than the tears of lover and the arrangement of fate. No one can ever want to take away this loneliness, unless death comes to you. Yi Shu said: Who will love someone for free? The so-called beauty and happiness are just in response to the mood and the scenery at this time, and who can take on how to change at that time.
It's just another self. If you are a middle-aged man, please check your seat: the actor, Bao Bo, has a bloated figure and a dim look in his eyes. The wife cares more about the color of the carpet than his thoughts. Every conversation always starts with the child and ends with the decoration. The ridiculous young boy began to point fingers at him, his opinions and ideas were no longer authority and glory. He began to be forgotten, ignored, and became a dispensable symbol. Living a life of incomprehensibility and insensitivity, the mind is first physically and rapidly aging. In this regard, he can do nothing and remain indifferent.
Such a pair of men and women, two wild ghosts, in a foreign country, they ran into another self from a thousand miles away, similar souls, how can they not tremble, how can they not be shocked? The first acquaintance in the elevator is nothing more than four eyes meeting, short and cramped. Meet again in the bar, when you say hello, I say disturbing mime. There is no magnificent scene, no overwhelming confession, so simple and full of tacit understanding. They have an innate ability to distinguish between similar and dissidents. In Tokyo, which is home to 30 million people, in the hustle and bustle of downtown, with just a few eyes and a few words, he and she have completed the recognition and reached the comprehension.
The man in "In the Mood for Love" said: If there is an extra ticket, will you go with me? This sentence that shouldn't be spoken becomes a Ki language. This embarrassing and helpless situation was not staged in "Lost in Tokyo". Life is just such an essence. Everyone must see the naked ending clearly. It can't be resisted and cannot be changed. How can we have the capital to interpret this acquaintance and parting about gains and losses? What Baobo and Charlotte can give to each other is nothing more than three days and two nights, the moon rises and sunsets, they are relatively silent, sleep on their feet, put their heads on each other’s shoulders when they are tired, and use their fingers to communicate each other when they are together. A touch of warmth and comfort.
It's just another self. Say goodbye when it's time to say goodbye, and end when it's time to end. There is no crying of life and death, no rendering of falling flowers like rain. There was only a deep hug, a solemn kiss, and a silent murmur. In this way, Baobo and Charlotte watched as their respective destinies were borne by each, and their loneliness fell back into their bodies. In just a few days, the loneliness in the trance seemed to have flown away from their bodies, but they were close at hand, walking like a shadow. Now that the loneliness is back in the body, they all know that no one can replace the other party to eliminate it. Since this thing that grows in the body cannot be removed, they have to keep it properly without worrying about it, and cherish each.
Never met you, always lost.
Let me meet you and get lost together.
After parting with you, I was lost to death.
Losing is a lifelong habit, either being lost in this place or on the other side.
Such a blur, is love or fate? There is no need to define it. In the big world, an encounter is already a luxury, and there are still some greed, even if the future fate is complicated and dangerous, at least there are fragments and time that can be chewed repeatedly.
It's just another self. Waiting for the night, welcoming the day, cleaning during the day, praying at night, that's all. This is our respective destiny, this is our respective loneliness, no salvation can be easily but left.
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