Movie "October Sonata"
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In the vast starry sky, you and he met in a night of accidental walking, and it is impossible to say clearly between them that at the moment of the encounter, there are all kinds of mysterious forces that touch the bottom of the heart, so that they have a trust that does not need to be proved or even explained. Both hearts shine in the pure and virtuous wisdom of youth, simple, playful, free, natural and wrapped in doubts about life, but also look forward to the brilliant future of everything, if the true holy beauty comes, and are willing to believe and meet and face with the purest heart.
Lucky Jane and Ravi
For the pre-existing reason for external contact with knowledge, he preceded her to enlighten the wider world and the complex and tangled life, but this did not change his will to change the world, knowledge was used to enlighten the world, human nature became a process of life, became his ideal, became his high spiritual head, became the glory of humanity in all wind and rain, he longed to become the sun, where possible to become light, to become brilliant, to become the warmth of the life of suffering, Of course, before all these lofty ideal dreams, he first became her sun, and in her innocent, simple and uncivilized spiritual realm, he became the first light that shone into her lonely life. For him, too, he was abandoned, spiritually drifting with no belonging. I thought: They may be touched by the similarity of each other's situation. And she was so innocent, lonely and helpless, but she was full of hopes of peace and tranquility for such a world that had a sad world in his eyes. Because a kind of ignorance and innocence of all suffering, but also a kind of warm tolerance will awaken the warmth of belonging to a wandering and arrogant ronin. In the depths of all the delicate and imperceptible times, the two hearts silently and silently move closer together, handing over to each other the truest, most beautiful, and most sincere sacredness of the self for human emotions.
October Sonata
It is not ridiculous that, until everything has been destroyed by the cruel wind and rain, the human heart has always fused and assumed the unquestionable emotional attachment to this pure, natural, noble faith. Everything, the first time a heart is shaken and moved by the external other, is beautiful, because this presence under the integration of the past unconscious and the ignorance of the future is sublimated into eternal beauty by this instantaneous incomparable tremor, like a realm of light that gives a long and long darkness, fresh and new. This is how they meet, so close to each other's hearts, silently and implicitly falling in love with each other, sparking in the lonely night sky, and having to leave instantaneously, like two lonely and eternal stars walking in their respective orbits, approaching one day, meeting, and must leave forever, until the next cycle meets again. Life repeats itself. And the cuteness of fate is unpredictable, every perfect beginning is intoxicating people into sweetness, to believe in the tacit understanding of the heart, to believe in the sincerity of life between each other, to believe in the commitment of the heart of youth, to believe in all this true beauty, pure commitment under the eternal love. So she was willing to wait, to wait for her love.
Everything began, time began, her heart woke up in love, found light and beauty, discovered the loneliness of night and day, discovered his perfection and the imperfection of self, and also found the wings that fluttered for love, to fly, to try to let herself fly, to try to get close to and follow his steps, everything, because of love, to sublimate for love, to transform, to embrace his perfection in anticipation of self-perfection. From this point on, in the long and lonely years, she looked at the sun from afar, commanded the moon, and hurried the pace of travel.
I understood his first message and slowly read the works he left behind that he considered important to be related to his life. Every little bit of everything, in the depths of time, every bit of what she did was to be close to his world, close to his heart, close to his soul... When she slowly understood that book, she slowly understood a sincere heart, a pure and proud soul, and her love loved him more deeply because of this understanding, and because of the patience, silence, and depth of this love, her soul became more abundant, stronger, more independent, and more dignified in the night of endless lonely thoughts, realizations, and experiences. She wants to exist in this world with dignity and nobility with him, and her heart should slowly understand the dignity and value of human nature because of this spirit's continuous growth and enrichment, but perhaps her desire for love is beyond everything, especially the desire for his return and his love is more intense. Because he is her sun, leading her desire for light all the way in the temple of heart and spirit.
In that time, in the stormy times, she probably didn't understand much, she only knew her love, her he was coming back soon, the twilight of him, the light that waited only in her abandoned world. And he should have longed for this encounter, and his love for her was as pure as the possibility of his suffering in this world urgently needing to change, because the times and the lives devoted to it changed a convention. For this engagement, she concentrated all the collected beauty in the depths of the years, waiting in anticipation and trepidation, waiting for the eternal heart and the most beautiful person. As the setting sun sets, dusk obscures the clear twilight, just as sorrow and loss obscure the waiting heart. Entanglement and doubt should hit the heart in that hopeless heart, at that time, only the sea is whistling forever, look, this vast and deep beauty, on this planet, coming and going, it contains and swallows all sorrow, hardship, in the depths of tranquility, she looks back in her mind again and again at those vows, the sincere and true and warm words that her eyes reveal, she once again believes in the truth, believes in the truth of history, believes that the loss of this presence is not the true voice he has returned. Wait, wait, he will come back, he will keep his promise.
What is the power calling for firmness in her heart, what voice is interpreting firm love in her heart, what is the will to life that convinces her of his faithful promise of love? What sustains the eternal and only heart of love in the depths of the flow of time. What kind of pure and simple heart in that historical era can resist the erosion of time, and always listen to and follow the call of another heart, in the vast and boundless depths of the universe, he (she) is the only, irreplaceable and unique, life and death can not be separated from the approach, call, wait, watch.
I have seen the tears, I have seen the shy and subtle tears of the first encounter with love; Have seen the tears, seen the tears of loss and helplessness after waiting for fruitlessness; Have seen the tears, seen the tears of resentment and surprise when they met after a long wait; Have seen the tears, seen the tears of despair and tearing between the entanglement of the world and the struggle of love; I have seen the tears, I have seen the tears that tear my heart and lungs apart after the separation of life and death... Having seen everything filled with the richness of human nature, this tear actually melted into a drop of painful condensation and fell into the depths of the human heart of the existence of life and death, and bloomed the rainbow of humanity in the melody of the song of sorrow, which is the deepest sacrifice of life to love, and this is the inheritance of the resurrection of the spirit of life and death.
The ignorant life, awakened by another life, oh, awakened by the call of another life, awakened by love, rediscovered the light, brilliance, beauty, truth, and goodness of this world, what kind of rebirth, sublimation and sparkling the light of life in sweetness and pain, why, why, who shaped the survival of this texture of love, who gave, who deprived, who separated life and death, with the bitter tears of the sea washed away the vicissitudes and tough life. In the midst of this fragile and strong reincarnation, she cried out: I love, love you, love this world, love this life, love this purity, love the brightness, beauty and pain that flow from the sting of this sword, sink like the sea into this star-wide but deep love. In this way, in this life, love, get drunk, sing, laugh, cry...
That's enough! This sun is still eternal, this moon is still pure, the fluid of the galaxy crosses here and there, life comes and goes, there is no trace, only the soul always feels love and transmits and bears in eternal chanting and singing!