Some people and some things can only be understood after many years.
Who is whose injury, who is whose forever. Only at a certain moment in the future, when we truly know how to cherish and remember, will we remember.
But, what will be the ending?
Missed. Hurt. Strange. Never say goodbye.
Then, how should I think about you now? I loved and cherished you more than anything else I have. I can abandon my body and spirit.
It's just you who projects my love so truly.
In "2046", the saddest thing is the character played by Liang Chaowei. He has countless women in his life, but when he truly loves someone, that person already belongs to him.
No matter how rich the emotions are, there will always be an end. Behind the ambiguous faces, how much is true love for you? Behind the prosperity and vanity, who can guess the final desolation of you and me.
You love for him in your heart. I love for her in my heart.
I know. A thousand years of glance is my irredeemable fault for you.
A thousand years, ten thousand years. I want to be with you.
This is not a man's rhetoric, nor can it be called sweet talk. I just want to have you, stay together, linger... until the end of the world. Or just the end of our lives.
Every flower has its final destination. The destruction of fragrance is a fate that cannot be saved.
And you, it can only be for you.
If you grow up in the wilderness, I am the boundless wilderness. If you grow up on the cliff, I am the cold and lonely stone. If you grow up indoors, I am the drab and barren wall... Wherever there is you, I will be there.
shadow.
As long as there is a place with you, desolation and loneliness will never hurt you again.
You are the Buddha that I will always watch alone, and you are the Nirvana that I will never be able to transcend.
I really want to hold your hand and walk in the bright fields of the future. In my days of exile, only your fantasy can dispel my loneliness and fatigue.
But, have you ever known all this?
I am unable to ask for too much from you. Every moment you are by my side, my heart is filled with thrilling emotions.
I once thought that my love would die in that cold winter and never wake up again.
After all, I misjudged the power of the spring breeze. You grow in my heart. It is better than the most beautiful blooming in spring in my memory.
The long night is long, with you by my side. But the other side of lovesickness, has it ever fallen on your ears?
I don't know, how can I know?
I don't care about other people's rumors or your sharp words.
Love can dissolve all ice and tolerate all flaws.
Because you are you, I will love you firmly and unswervingly.
But why do you have so many wounds in your heart? Why don't you want to tell me about so many wounds?
I am your eternal guardian in the dark night. I am the warmth of that moment when your tears fall.
I can exhaust everything I have, as long as I can exchange for your short smile. In the race with love, I never thought about the end point.
Love is a process with no so-called end point.
For you, I am willing to keep walking. On the road. Tossing and turning.
But you must remember me. Don't forget my love.
Memories without wounds and hope are the only blessings for the love that is destined to have no ending between you and me.
I can wander, wander and be in a foreign land.
There is only longing in my heart, longing for your love.
Who is hurt by whom?
You are not mine, and I will not be yours. Even though you will be an irreplaceable part of my life.