Thinking of a friend. Thinking that I haven't heard anything about him for a long time already.
Some people, once you no longer see them, simply disappear from your world. And some people still remain so clear.
What should be said, has all been said before. What remains is only to let it pile up, close it off, and then fall silent.
I think that we are all people who never know what to do for it to be right, who never understand what kind of person it is that we ourselves want.
If you live for others, how can you ever obtain joy and happiness?
Some shackles are put on by oneself, and some misfortunes are destined by fate.
Then in the end, what is there that can make people feel warmth?
In our hearts, have we left a piece of land for warmth?
A lonely afternoon,
warm sunlight passing through the glass window, lazily spilling across the table.
At the instant of pouring things out,
I see each other's souls, cold and distant, watching.
And yet in that very instant, they are so close again.
I feel soft gusts of wind moving through the empty room
I fall in love with a scar, I fall in love with a lamp, I love listening to the turning second hand, and love no other rumors.
When Faye Wong sings (Only Love Strangers), it makes people want to return to simplicity.
To love every passing affinity in this restless world.
Perhaps it is a glance, perhaps it is a kind of body warmth.
If all you want is a kiss, then give each other a kiss.
We walk through life, seeing different scenery, meeting different strangers.
Some people are only met, just one exchange of glances in a hurried journey.
No need for words, ignore the details.
Some people will stay in the heart for a while, bringing warmth to each other.
That is the most beautiful kind of encounter, left for the rest of life to remember again and again.
At the moment of meeting, there is no joy.
And at parting, there is no need for hatred either.
The feeling between people really is extremely subtle.
Suddenly I think of Takeshi Kaneshiro's monologue:
"Every day you have the chance to brush past many people, and you may know nothing about them. But maybe one day, he will become your friend
or your confidant. When we were closest, the distance between her and me was only 0.01 centimeter. 57 hours later, I fell in love with this woman."
Wong Kar-wai's films have always been shot with such aesthetic beauty.
The people in his films are surrounded by the quality of his illusions. This is the feeling I like.
I like the illusion of love in stories.
