I suddenly felt an indescribable and unprecedented sadness hit.
This sadness passes through the screen, through the skin, and reaches the bone marrow.
I know that it must be the angel sitting beside me who I can't see him. He gently put his hand on my shoulder.
Director Wim Wenders himself admitted that he does not believe in the existence of angels, which are only metaphors in this movie.
And more people who love this movie, we are so obsessed with the species of god with wings.
As observers, they walk in the city. Compared to the salvation and miracles, this is my favorite description of the work of angels.
They crossed the toppled Berlin Wall, walked through the post-war Berlin city, walked through the 24-hour coffee shop, through the streets, through the construction site, through the wilderness, through the ruins, through the subway, through the nick cave and bad The song of seeds, through the circus, back to the library-like paradise.
They listened carefully to everyone.
I was in a panic caused by unprecedented grief. Gradually, I felt as if I merged into the duties of angels and listened to sentient beings with them.
In the murmured narration for half of the time, I felt that I was also an observer and began to become quiet.
Berlin before the war. I am a speechless speaker. I haven't seen her in four years. Why should I live? Poor pension. Wife runs away from the quirks of childhood. He will not leave me behind. I am a dumb, so good for three people to play together. . .
Fragmented inner self-talking, mingled together, like a soft movement.
Each scale is lonely.
When you are in a crowd, do you suddenly stop when your thinking is in progress?
I often feel deep fear that someone (or an angel) around me is listening to the darkest and most desperate in my heart. And I firmly believe that this fear is not without reason.
The more you want to control the wild horse of thinking, the more thoughts in your mind are like a train station.
So in order to cover up this confusion, I would silently sing a song "Vincent" in my head.
I know that I am a psychological barrier for people with fear. So I am always willing to stand on the edge of the crowd.
I like to observe everyone's happiness or sorrow. Observe if anyone is overwhelmed, then step forward and place a light hand on his/her shoulder.
I often fall in love with the one in the crowd who is as silent as me.
Perhaps I am also an exiled observer? Is it just that I have forgotten it?
That song that appeared at the beginning of the movie and in the middle of the movie, Peter Handke's "Song of Childhood".
When a child is still a child, I imagine that a stream is a river, a river is a big river, and a puddle is the sea. Children's thinking is as pure and transparent as water.
So children can see the smile of the angel. So angels will smile at children.
And we, who are guarded by angels, are no longer children, and we have forgotten the smiling faces we once saw.
Being guarded silently, but he doesn't know where the guardian angel is and whether his eyes are fascinating.
When children are no longer children, we cannot see angels.
Is this the reason for my unspeakable sadness?
I think of a person, he was in the window opposite me, he had seen my short and green hair, watched me go downstairs to walk the dog, watched my long hair, until watched me put on the first pair of high heels. When he looked at my immature painting at that time, even though he was about to leave, he just smiled and said nothing.
At that time, we were totally unaware of it.
So my incomparably sad mood emerged again. The observer who once appeared in my life will now be in that library?
The moment the angel Danmir finally met Marion, the moment Danmir turned around slowly and slowly, my unprecedented sadness disappeared.
Marion's earrings are small wings.
Moved by the immortal union, the angel Cassirer sat alone on the steps, still in his dark blue black and white world.
***
When I can see you,
I’m still a child
sleeping in a strange bed.
Maybe
I wake up once in a while. When
I ’m still a child, I can clearly see the appearance of heaven. I
can clearly see you at such a high place. , I
can see your smile clearly when
I look down on the city, because I’m just a child.
I don’t fear you. Listen to any thoughts in my mind.
I’ll be satisfied
because I’m full of berries. Because I’m just a blank sheet of paper and a glass of clear water.
My child, you just walked by with a smile in front of me, like every child passing by, being a child or
still a child,
I can see you
but I ca n’t cast light and shadow in your eyes,
when I’m no longer a child,
I can’t see you
anymore, but you are persistently guarding you to me
listen to my voice when silent all
this made me listen to the fear
of fear I have nowhere to hide in
I can not tell, what the source of this fear where fear
you when I'm sad, hand on my shoulder
you When I am happy, look up at me, my sight follows
you when I am running, waiting for me at the corner of the street.
When I am intoxicated, lightly grab my hand and want to dance with me.
Despite all this, I don’t Knowing that
when I have been totally projected in your eyes, and in your heart,
I am no longer a child,
but I can no longer see you
until one day you appear in my dream
Golden armor, white wings, melancholy eyes, a trace of undisciplined hair
I finally feel your presence,
but I am extremely sad
,
how do
I find you in this world When I can see you again,
you have removed the gold armor Without wings, my hair will tremble with the breeze, can
I recognize you when you fall from the clouds ?
Maybe it’s only that day
that the inexplicable sadness and inexplicable emotions will not entangle me after all. I
will finally be filled with another feeling.
That is called complete feeling.
When I look around, I
can easily
see the smile watching me from the noisy crowd . You didn't
say a word, the wound on your head when you fell has
long gone
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