When I was in school, the auditorium was showing "Sweet Honey", and when Maggie Cheung and Leon Lai rubbed shoulders on the streets of New York, all the girls let out a neat sigh. And I stood in the doorway, disdaining it - it would be a cow if the director ended the movie there and then!
It never occurred to my youthful heart that life is not as it should be, and that sooner or later we would all need some warmth to comfort us. At this time to finish the two people's story or fate, is a clean choice. It's just that those viewers who are still in the dark with implied anticipation, what are their feelings like?
Perhaps, at that time, the world was brand new and the opportunities were great. We, who seem to always be standing proudly against the wind, are in no need of any moment of warmth that we can look back on in the future. The reason for this is that all the stories have not yet begun, and all the destinies are just waiting to be realized.
It's like Maggie Cheung and Leon Lai just got off the black and white subway. Nothing is worth turning back for.
Then they stumbled through their story, living and dying in love. We stumble through our lives just as much, living and dying in love. No matter how the story unfolds, in the end what we realize is really the same.
That is, fate is really unfathomable. Everything is reincarnation, it just depends on how lucky we are.
If I had to choose a single tear that stays in my heart, then I'd like it to be the moment when Dawn comes out from behind Maggie Cheung - the music suddenly starts, and everything everything is indescribable.
I don't know how many times, just about every time I saw this shot, I sighed inwardly. Watching Maggie Cheung slowly being swallowed by the camera in the streets of New York, watching my heart slowly aging.
Then one day, many years later, I was in a cafe and this movie was once again inadvertently reunited. As if on the streets of New York many years later, after everyone's faces had begun to show the signs of age, they were confronted with their destinies. I still sighed inwardly, but nothing was visible on my face anymore.
Resign yourself to your fate. Thousands of miles of running and wandering, thousands of sunrises and sunsets. And in the end, we're still here together!
Just like a movie, amidst the throngs of people, they split up and time passed. This would have been normal, if not for the final sequence - the same black and white subway as the beginning, where two people who will have many stories to tell in the future snuggle together back to back. And then, in a daze, they don't realize they've begun a lifetime of missing out.
It's like at prom, when someone who's leaving and someone who's just coming in, in a daze, start missing out.
After all is said and done, isn't it just a passing?
Only, can we still end up meeting each other in a sea of confusion like in the movies?