香风细语轻拂面，月影摇曳思悠悠。离愁别绪藏心间，唯愿此生共君行。穿越七十年代后妈

　　This wonderful visual poem unites many of Sokurov's best traits. Like most of his films, it is less about plot than the unfolding of a specific situation. Here, an observer who merely appears as a silhouette (though it seems to be Sokurov) travels to an old Japanese town on an island. It is an unearthly place, almost empty, old buildings, mist, probably the afterlife. The obser... (展开全部)