In a trance, the story formed a circle, and the exact same scene copied and pasted at the beginning and end of the movie, and the illusion of time and space travel made the audience fall into a stunned and sluggish state, as if wandering in a maze for a long time, and finally returned to the same place.

Emily couldn't help but think of what Levien said to Jane: It felt like a long time, but it was only a few days.

"You've probably heard this one before. If a song is never new, but it is also not outdated, it is a ballad. At the end of the performance, Levien joked to himself, eliciting a sparse laugh, "Alright, before I leave, let's do one last one." ”

The melodious and long melody, like a late autumn breeze, blows through the wasteland and jungle, the green gradually transforms into yellow and red, and then slowly disappears all colors, turning into a barren, the depression after the slow withering of life, making the world bigger and bigger, but it is so empty that people panic, as if they can't find their own place to stay, and they can't see the direction of progress.

"If I could spread my wings like Noah's dove, I would cross the river in search of my beloved. Wave goodbye, my love, and cherish it. In my heart lives a giant who is tall and majestic, and his posture is as vigorous as a cannonball. Wave goodbye, my love, and cherish it. ”

Levien sang loudly, carefully opened his heart, stood in place, said goodbye to the person he loved most in his heart, a word of "cherish" was far from being able to carry the weight of his heart, he could only reluctantly look at the back of the departing, silently sent his blessings, and then turned around, alone, alone, and re-embarked on his own journey.

There was a sadness and loss in the hoarse aftermath, and the slight bitterness hidden in it slowly spread.

"The dawn of the dawn, the drizzle drifts, the sorrow of parting, entangles the heart. Wave goodbye, my dear, goodbye. ”

The unrestrained, unrestrained, wanton and unrestrained singing voice, full of urgent desire and piercing sincerity, Levien selflessly closed his eyes, completely immersed in the melody, between the slightly frowning eyebrows, showing both sadness and pain, at this moment, the emotional resonance between Levien and the audience was reconnected.

"One morning in the future, not too far away, you will call my name, and I will say goodbye. ”

The melody that gradually rose up burst out in an instant, hitting the depths of her soul fiercely, Emily didn't hold back after all, covering her cheeks with her hands, but the hot tears still penetrated her fingers and slipped down wantonly, the lingering sadness and blankness, the despondency and loneliness that had gone through vicissitudes, made people breathless.

He sang, "Wave goodbye, my dear, goodbye." ”

The story finally completes a circle, the melody of the opening and the song of the end are intertwined, but they are completely different, showing the vicissitudes of the world, even if it is only a few days, but everything is still different after all. They finally heard the live version of "wave goodbye", and they finally heard the solo version of "wave goodbye" from Levien, but ......

Emily knew that the former Levine was dead forever, his passions and dreams, his longings and struggles, all asleep with Mike's death, and now Levien was trapped in the same place, looking left and right, unable to find the direction, unable to see the future, in a daze, with heavy steps, dragging his tired body, and walking alone.

He tried to find his beloved, but after all, he was alone and wandered in the vicissitudes of life.

"If I could spread my wings like Noah's dove, I would cross the river in search of my beloved. Wave goodbye, my love, and cherish it. ”

The bruised soul, bathed in the milky yellow light, was at a loss, and was dazed.

"You and Mickey (Mike's nickname) used to sing this song together?"

"Yes. ”

"Boy, you were such a mess last night. ”

"Yes...... I'm sorry, Papi, I'm a jerk. ”

"I don't care, it's just music. One of your friends is in the back alley. ”

It's the same conversation, it's the same scene, everything feels familiar, it seems like nothing has changed, but everything seems to be different.

Levien walked down the back alley, only to see Bob Dylan sitting on the stage, holding his guitar and singing in a low voice. The reporter of Time magazine sat in the audience.

The person who came was still a western cowboy, still beating Levine hard, still leaving a back and walking away, Levien leaned on the mouth of the alley in the back alley, watching the back of the taxi leave, full of tired faces, outlining a shallow smile, and a trace of fatigue and relief flashed in those eyes.

After walking through thousands of mountains and rivers, through the vicissitudes of life, and in the end, he finally returned to the same place again, like a joke, as if nothing had changed, but he knew that things were different after all, and now he was really alone, leaving only himself alone, and embarking on the journey again.

Whether he is moving forward or backward, whether he is spinning in place or not, he is just one person after all.

The light brown eyes flashed a hint of loneliness, and a bitter smile gently rippled in the light and shadow.

He said, goodbye.

Movie, end.

Emily Chan had completely collapsed, her hands firmly covering her cheeks, and in the vicissitudes and pathos of Bob Dylan's singing, tears slipped down wantonly, slowly seeping out of her fingers, and the uncontrollable and inexpressible sadness completely broke all defenses, just crying loudly.

People see Levine's bastard, he's cynical, he's out of place, he's irresponsible, he's worthless, he's pretentious, but people don't see Levien's vicissitudes.

For his father's affection, for Mike's friendship, for Jane's love, the shackles and shackles of life are really too heavy, dragging him step by step into the abyss, his efforts and struggles, his persistence and struggle, but after all, he was drowned by the torrent of the times, sitting penniless by the garbage heap in the back alley of the bar, but there was not even a winter coat in the ice and snow.

He sang aloud, "Wave goodbye, my dear." ”

At the end of the story, he still has nothing, as if nothing has changed, but he has lost the passion and pride in his bones. There is no family affection, no friendship, no love, no dreams, no goals, no persistence, and no soul. He said, goodbye.

Emily cried so hard that she was almost out of breath, it was a microcosm of an era, it was the end of a life, it was a hymn to life, it was a story of losers, it was the story of everyone in real life, "Oh God, oh dear God." ”

Steven Spielberg stood up, his eyes filled with crystal tears, but he didn't care at all, he just vigorously stirred his hands, crazy, passionately, persistently, all the emotions stirred in his chest were vented, and the enthusiasm in the depths of his soul bloomed unreservedly, and he just applauded intently.

In the folk era, everybody flocked into the music industry, everybody tried to be a part of it, a guitar and a voice to stand on the stage, bask in the spotlight, enjoy the applause, and as the Grofiennes guest said, "I wish I had been in your business, I mean, a big hit would solve all problems." ”

But only a few people know that behind the ballad is the vicissitudes and bitterness of life. For some, the ballad is just a means to success, but for Le Vien, the ballad is the art and dream that bears the weight of the soul, too heavy and too hot, burning all his passion and passion in a moth to a fire until it is reduced to ashes.

This is true for ballads, but also for movies?

This is the story of an era, but it is also a story of a loser. If Levine is a loser, then Steven considers himself a complete loser as well.

Since the Cannes Film Festival began, everyone loves "Adele's life", and the call for the Palme d'Or is endless, enveloping the whole small town inside and out, Steven will not deny that it is a very, very good work, but personally, he likes "drunken country ballads" even more, hitting the softest part of his heart so hard that even the soul is shocked.

As the president of the jury, Steven knew that it was his duty not to discuss the opinions of the work in any public setting, or even to reveal the news in private, but after the film was over, he could give his applause and express his inner admiration and joy in the simplest and purest way.

God, how much he loves movies.

"Drunken Country Folklore" is such a work, the deep shock penetrates layer by layer, the delicate resonance slowly reverberates, reawakens the passion in the depths of the soul, and makes people unable to extricate themselves from immersing themselves in it, intoxicated by it, and crazy about it.

So, Steven just stood up, ignoring anyone else, and gave a round of applause in oblivion.

Emily sensed the movement around her, reflexively raised her head, and through the hazy vision, she saw the white-haired but excited face, like an old naughty boy, unabashedly showing her joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and sending high respect with the simplest and most practical actions.

Subconsciously, Emily also stood up, vigorously agitated her hands, and then realized her embarrassment, her face was full of tears, so she burst into laughter, but then she recalled the last scene in the movie again, the lonely and lonely eyes showed a tired and relieved smile after the vicissitudes of life, hit the soft place in her heart hard, and then couldn't help but cry again.

She was like a madman, crying and laughing, laughing and crying. Movies have such a magical power, telling the story of life, but also telling everyone's own story.