"hello
hi
I am waiting for someone.
who?
I Don't remember."
电影全篇基本没有台词
能说的都是可以触动的
每个场景都是一幅画
每一个失去的人像是ghost被困在过去
那个人一直在等
等到后来自己都忘记在等谁了

我一直以为ghost是在等那个人回来
等到了房子换了一代又一代人
房子推了建起高楼大厦
等到了房子被建之前
一家人在此地圈地建房
等到这家人死后尸骨又腐烂
最终等到他们搬进来那一刻
我才明白如此漫长的等待
是为了重温两个人的时光
泪奔

这部电影基本没有台词，唯一一段是最长一段，最有启发的一段
what have you got left?
you got other people, you've got time.
but you have got about as much as anyone else, give or take.
what about God, maybe you got God.
A writer writes a novel, a songwriter writes a song, a symphonist writes a symphony, which is the best example, because all the best were written for God.
so, tell me about happens if beethoven's writing his ninth symphony and suddenly he wakes up one day and realized that the God doesn't exist.
so, suddenly all of these notes and chords and harmonies that were intended to supersede the flesh, you realize"oh, that is just physics"
so beethoven says "shoot, god doesn't exist, so i guess i am just writing for other people. it is just nuts and bolts now."
and let's wrap this all up under the blanket "this is something that they will remember me for." and we do what we can to endure. we bulid our legacy piece by piece, maybe the whole world will remember you,maybe just a couple of people. but you do what you can to make sure you're still around after you are gone.
and so we still reading this book, we still sing the song, and kids remember their parents and grandparents and beethoven got his symphony and everyone will keep listening for the forseeable future.
but That's where things start breaking down, because you gone die and your kids gone die and so on and so on. and there is gone be a big one teconic shift.
Yosemite will blow and the Western plates will shift and ocean will rise, the mountain will fall, and 90percent of humanity will be gone. One fell swoop, this is just science.
whoever left will go to the higher ground and social order will fall away and we will revert to scavengers and hunters and gathers but maybe there is someone who one day hums a melody that used to know. and it gives everyone a little bit of hope.
mankind is on the verge of being wiped out but it keeps going a little bit longer because someone hears someone else hum a melody in a cave and the physics of it in their ears make them feel something other than fear or hunger or hate and mankind carries on and civilization gets back on track.
but it won't last, cause by and by, the plant's gone die. in a few billion years the sun will become a red giant and eventually swallow earth whole.
now maybe by that point we figure out a way of carrying with us all these things that matters. but even that doesn't matter because even if some form of mankind carries some recording of beethoven's ninth symphony all the way into the future, the future gonna hit a brick wall.
the universe will keep expanding and eventually take all matter with it.
everything you ever strived for, everything that ever made you feel big or stand up tall, it all go.
every atom in this dimension will be pulled apart by force as simple as.....and then all these sherdded particle will contract again and the universe is gonna suck itself back into a speck too small for any of us to see.
so you can write a book, but the pages will get burn, you can sing a song and pass it down. you can write a play and hope that folks will remember it keep performing it, you can build your dream house. but ultimately none of that matters any more than fucking.
I guess it is about the same thing.

后劲太大，不能释怀