讓我想起了里爾克的 I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood. Then the knowing comes: I can open to another life that’s wide and timeless. So I am sometimes like a tree rustling over a grave and making real the dream of the one its living roots embrace: a dream once lost among sorrows and songs.
一場漫長的告別以回到原點作為結(jié)束…導(dǎo)演很文藝情懷地展現(xiàn)一群流浪人的孤獨故事MCD的表演一如既往地獨撐大局配樂長鏡頭很出色…毫無波瀾和高潮的文藝片辛勞一生無福享樂失去摯愛人生無望一群素不相識的陌生人互相取暖為孤獨的靈魂披上暖心的棉襖…never say final goodbye…