The light and shadow in the darkness still easily took me into the absurd journey of exhaustion or restlessness, despair and happiness.
But it's hard to be moved.
Eyes and brains are enough. The heart lay quietly on his chest, expecting to be moved.
I saw you this day.
The black and white image reminds you of the distance of our world, but it cannot isolate us.
Before that, I couldn't help but read the introduction on the back cover. I already knew that you would die at the end of the film. I knew that someone would regret it and grieve. Yes, I already know your destiny, but I have to watch you experience it again with my own eyes cruelly.
Ten thousand yuan, you were handed over by your mother to that rude vagrant artist.
When you kneel to the sea and pray silently, the cruel destiny is approaching you with the roaring waves. There is no dodge.
I like a lyric very much: "I have said what I want to say, I have done what I want to do, and let the tears wait in front of me." This is a choice to look at fate in the future. Fate still contains pride and persistence.
As for you, you were pushed out by the invisible hands of life in your ignorance, you have no choice.
How many people in this world do not have the right to choose. All that can be done is to move forward, towards the end that has long been destined in the future.
Although this road is broad, there is nowhere to rely on it.
You are still happy. The funny clothes of the wandering entertainer, the laughter of the children who won the show, and the wild flowers and dead trees that meet on the roadside can make you happy.
In this way, with such a pure heart and happy yearning for you to walk on the road, like a petite butterfly spreading its wings and taking off in the storm. Every second may destroy the wings.
Affection, not knowing where it arises, continues to deepen. This kind of love is the simplest and the deepest. You are such a woman.
So there is no need to explore the starting point of love.
After he took you, you simply thought that it was a ritual. From then on, you are together. When you wake up, he is still asleep. You look at him sweetly, a woman treats her man. His love is all in the eyes of him who is asleep.
You started a hard life with him like this-the life of a wandering artist. You laughed and made a fool of yourself, he put himself in desperation time and time again, and again and again used his strong body to defeat steel in exchange for the right to continue living.
He is indeed tough, and savage, rough, and numb. You can hardly get warmth from him. Still have to endure the torment of jealousy.
"Do you sleep with a woman casually? As long as you are a woman?"
"If you are with me, don't say these silly things."
Then you met the tightrope walker. For the first time you feel respected, cared for, and treated with equal tenderness.
"How can I survive for a woman like me?" The barbarian entered the police station, and you wept and asked on the night facing the choice.
Yes, you are not smart, smart, or beautiful, you feel that you are useless.
But this person answers you:
Everyone is useful.
It is like a small stone. If it is useless, all the stones are useless, and the stars on that day are useless.
You burst into laughter, that little stone is just like you.
He tells you that no one will be with that barbarian except you. If you leave him, he is alone.
Your eyes are shining, and you know your value: you can make another person not alone. And no one else can do the same thing except you.
This uniqueness makes you feel an extremely sacred responsibility.
So you made your choice, stayed, and waited for him to come back.
So, you bowed your head in silence and rejected the man walking on the sky with angel wings on his back.
He silently took off the close-fitting necklace and put it on your neck as a memento. He said that the funny smile was already shaking.
I cried, for you, you, shed the first tears.
He helped you make the choice, encouraged you, but also made you go against his original intention. He originally wanted to invite you to go with him, and since then he has been in love with each other. Just because of his kindness, you are all too kind.
So you chose to suffer.
You just walked toward your destiny like this.
He walked out of the police station, and you handed him the jacket he was wearing while driving. Just like a wife.
You proudly said that the circus invited me to come, his face was expressionless, then why didn't you go? You just smile.
Then you are on the road again.
The second time we shed tears was when you left the monastery where you stayed overnight in the early morning.
The little nun who helped you apply for the overnight stay asked you in a low voice and eagerly: Do you want to stay? Let me ask the dean?
You don't look at her, shake your head. Push the car hard. Jump on it.
You wave goodbye to them, and the other nuns are gone. Only the little nun is standing by the side of the road, beside the statue of Christ, looking at you deeply, her eyes are really sad, and there are so many things in it: the same fate Compassionately loving each other, worrying about your future, even a little doubt about the Lord she loves-maybe she is thinking, Almighty Lord, if you really exist, why are so many kind people suffering. Why is there such a fate?
You cried. The night before, you lived in a warm house. The kind nuns fed you food and helped you wash the dishes. The love of those sisters and relatives must make you homesick. For you, there are only two places in the world, hometown and elsewhere.
But you can't forget what the little nun said: We go everywhere according to God's guidance.
You have found a basis for continuing. All rushing and wandering are the guidance of God. In the evening, you said to him, we should be like husbands and wives. You firmly know what you are doing, you are suffering, you are still happy, and yearning for love and affection in suffering.
But at the moment the car started, no faith could stop your tears, and my heart was crushed by you. You yelled goodbye bye, buried your head in crying, and continued to wave a white handkerchief in your hand. My tears shed again.
Goodbye again, goodbye again, goodbye is goodbye. In this time of goodbyes, you left your hometown, the good man who loved you tenderly, the circus like a big family, and the kind nun like a sister. You are on the road again, the huge road that is so wide and has nowhere to rely on.
Destiny, accept her, and with a kind heart of sacrifice.
Your bravery and strong, pure beauty and kindness, you never even know it.
The third time you shed tears was when you were left behind.
The barbarian killed the tightrope walker with his fist. Although it was manslaughter. But you cannot forgive, you cannot accept. What a lovely person, how smart, kind, and optimistic. Maybe only he is willing to be nice to you in this world. It's really good. The kind of mutual dependence is good.
I know that barbarians are not bad guys either. It's just that his heart is too stupid and numb.
In fact, he doesn't want to leave you behind, but you are sick, physically and mentally. Your fragile nerves finally can't bear it. You keep reminding him of the sins he committed.
He asks if you want to go home, and you are still saying: If I leave you, then you will be alone.
He seemed to be insulted and shouted angrily: I can wander alone, and I still have to work.
In this way he allows you to lie quietly on the snow. Cover you with a blanket, put down some change, and your beloved trumpet, you like to use it to play a beautiful and sad song, you ask him to teach you.
Just like this, you
lie quietly on the snow.
Muttered to himself in his sleep.
The lens slowly goes away.
Go away...
Finally. When he was old, he heard that song and the news of your death, thoughts, all kinds of memories. Your mark. I have long regretted it.
At this time he had tasted enough loneliness.
More terrible than death is to live alone and sadly.
However, God would never send him another angel.
This man whose sternum was better than steel, something in his chest finally collapsed.
He lay on the beach in the darkness, crying bitterly.
What kind of deep regret can weep from the heart of such a man.
At that moment, his soul received your forgiveness.
The disc gently slid out of the case, and the dream was over.
However, when I picked up the package and looked at you above, holding flowers in your hand, so young, pure, and full of longing for your face, and the road below you, I finally shed tears for the fourth time.
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