I always wanna make a short film with my paintings. Having been brew for a while, I knew what the theme could be. And that’s my Official WeChat Account Name — The Dreams & The Moon. As for me, I am a dreamcatcher.
欢迎收看我的短片 | Feel Free to Watch My Short Film：
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I couldn’t remember much for I’m aging a lot. The reminiscence of you is slipping away, but the memory of your face is the only one I won’t forget.
I remembered we were there in the trees where the sun shaded a soft light on us. Your hands rested on mine. Soft and warm. We whirled about, turning all the trees into green blur. The butterflies were flying around us. One, two, three. Your smile, the big sweet smile, crossing your lips. How could I ever stop thinking of it! Let me be your smile in the corners of your mouth. How could I ever stop lingering on! Every fragrance on my breath was you. How could I ever stop breathing!
I get in the car to hit the road again. I have no idea where to go, or where I am, but I do know I only wanna find you. sometimes, I have this dream, dreaming of myself standing in the rains with one hand holding your picture. The raindrops traced the way down my shoes, cascading onto the ground. There’s still no sign of you. The rain was weeping. Where were you? Where had you been? It’s you I was expecting the most. To stop the rain together with me, to ease the pain of the rain. I stood, praying alone.
Right now, I’ve climbed high enough try to reach the world beyond. Looking down your picture in the pocket watch, I know I’ve lost the track of the time. That picture of yours is already torn, faded. Ever since we used to laugh and cry about little things, I have loved you. Ever since we used to sit together at the peak and count the stars, I have loved you. Ever since we used to leave words in the bottles and toss them under the sea, I have loved you. Now, I, myself, have already forgotten since when I have loved you. I just know, I love you and only you…
Soon I’ll hear your laughter. But I miss you most of all as the moon start to be full. I’m back, but the night still young. In my dreams, I bring the moon home.
A dreamcatcher like me is trapped in my own world, seeking for the girl of my destiny, searching for a home…
Short Film/ Monologue/ Paintings/ Writings/ Translations by BubbleSwan
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