Mom, I love a crook! Mom, I'm going for a crook! Everything passes and it will pass.
The Wisdom of Solomon
The bandit usually does not live long. There are many monuments in the cemeteries in height and above. Strange faces, drunken courage, easy money, freedom of permissiveness and a grave mound with the cry of mother... All right. Everything is predetermined. Who from the dashing 90s survived, who was cleared, turned away entered a different phase? Do they exist? If there are, it's units. You can count the fingers. But this is us in the Union. And here China is offering itself. And the same solitaire will be whirling. Tricky, smart, money-hungry, do you have a problem? Pull the gas pedal to failure... Seize the moment.
Looking at other people's faces makes us more aware of ourselves. This is probably the way to judge this picture. And the wisdom of the millennium, the reviving lines of heritage from ancestors comes stealthily. Warnings, our most intimate, to us, to all. They gave it for nothing. However, youth is too careless, and a series of days, an endless stream. It always will be. Isn't it? We hear, but we don't. There is no time to be distracted by trifles when running fast. We need to get enough. Oh, leave it. Not now. Not today. There's still time. There's so many... Nope. There's no time. The gate is down, the curtain is down. The first act is complete.
Man and woman. I want love so much. You want to love. Stay close. To be needed. Always. Just him. Alone. And no sharing. Never. A woman's eternal dream. Eternal utopia by Mother Nature. Code her body. Chip her brain. Nothing else is necessary. There's no other way. Happiness found and held in the palms.
Again, the wind of evil changes takes you away,
Without leaving me a shadow in return.
And he won't ask,
Maybe I want to go with you.
Yellow autumn foliage,
Bird by Blue Dream
They're too careless. They have trusted their feelings - nothing can shake the foundations, so it will always be. And the harbinger bells are ringing. Clearer, clearer. Time to go. The world is changing. Don't freeze. Myopia will make you blind. Isn't the death of a friend a signal? Isn't the sudden injury the last warning? The chain is broken. The order was given to him to the West, she to the other side. Five years to think. Five years away. Five years down payment. He's cold. It's burning. Again, the same program is pressing. Code, chip...
Call me with you,
I will come through the evil nights,
I'm going to get you.
Whatever the path may be,
I'll come to where you are.
You will draw the sun in the sky.
Where are the broken dreams
They get the power of height again.
Oriental melodrama with a gangster plot about the vicissitudes of the human way. About desires, opportunities, dreams and invading reality, one breath, one click of the fingers breaking the attempts of people. About building again, about gluing, forgiveness, care and a piece of paper with two words of text exchange. Two. And then what? What now? Five-year dialogues with me? Or maybe not five years? Could it be eternal?
The color of today's China, people and faces, the rapid rhythm of life flows of trains, railway lines. And emotions, feelings in the balance. Sweet molasses of characters, irresistible, eccentric, memorable. Unexpected meeting. Interesting place to visit.
8 out of 10