Below the fingertips, above the memories

Author: Moon
Publisher:
Publish Date: 2004-05-01
Features: Discusses his favorite movies and music. The films are all dark and moody, depicting a gradual decay and destruction. A Moment of Love and Farewell My Concubine are both in somber black and dark red, tightly compressing the heart onto a taut string, leaving bloody marks. With a sigh, he laments the passage of time in A Moment of Love, revealing a self-deprecating tone: "No tears are real anymore." When he finally sheds tears, he realizes that since that moment of attraction, what has been lingering, both subtly and overtly, is love. He reflects on the theme of life as a play in Farewell My Concubine, showing a profound understanding: The gentle melody drifts along the ancient city walls, and in the end, it's goodbye to the king. All dreams are just crystal balls—why worry about whether they are real or not? As for the music, it mostly features melancholic and elegant female vocals. Those songs are like last year's grass, each blade holding a of Moon's past sunshine. When the melody returns, it's like the burning of grass at the end of autumn, reflecting the youthful vow to face fire and water. The familiar scent of dust is just like that of the picnic we had together.