只是毁灭,只是一个人的毁灭罢了。No remorse, just a soul fleeing from its body. 不用再被看见了,灰色的忧郁像网一样令人窒息,金色的回忆也被遗忘蛀蚀。罗密的伊丽莎白,没上釉的瓷,寒冷的黑纱。无法控制的情绪随着渐渐崩塌的面容一起往深渊滑去,精神疾病的深渊,无法行动,无法自立,只是被从人类中放逐的人类之子,发疯了的无法逃离迷宫的孩子。而一切都可以随着死结束,就这么简单。
十多年前看过,只记得鬼长鬼长,看也看不完,有看没有懂,少年不识苦命基,为赋新词强装逼(。如今再看,哭得肝肠寸断(。it was a story about the great price of being different,being oneself,being beautiful。更虐的是,这样想的话,Helmut Berger had surely paid that price too