疤面煞星

昨天重看了一遍疤面煞星，晚上做梦了。

And I rewrote the ending of Tony.

I was shot to a screen. But because of all the cocaine inhaled I felt nothing. But I do know there isn't much time left. So I crawl and wonder. What's weird is that I don't know where or who to go. And what's weirder is that it feels right that I have no last place to go. By that time I didn't know it was me or Tony. I couldn't tell whose thought it was. We were both so out of the picture. On some level it discloses my future ending. Like Tony. We come to a crowded Chinese fast food restaurant, seems like I got some old friends here. I don't know them, but they know me, and they treat me like I am a nice next-door uncle, not Tony the No.1 drug dealer. An older lady tells me I should try something, so I take the food in my plate right away. She laughs and said, you don't have to hurry. Could wait till tomorrow. I look into the plate and think, I got like 20 holes on body. There is no tomorrow. By the time we don't feel any pain, but all that's left is void and desperation. Nada.

这部电影把我带进一个很浓厚，很难过的情绪。