I think it is still the name of "Different Sky", which is pure.
Under a blue sky, you have your side of the sky, and I have my side of the sky. It seems the same, it seems not the same.
The ordinary American town of Ndola is so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary. Everyone is crawling step by step along the trajectory of what seems to be their own life.
Gibb's troubles, many times, come and go. again and again. Just like the younger brother, Alex, who has to climb the tower every time, every time he has to apologize in front of the police. You can't control him from getting you into trouble, and you can't just sit back and watch the results. You just fix the problem again and again, and don't know when the next trouble will come.
Life, I say, is accumulated trouble. Perhaps it is the existence of these troubles that makes life so interesting.
The mentally handicapped brother who will leave at any time, the younger sister who is tender and temperamental, the older sister who takes care of all the housework, and the mother who has to walk with crutches because of her father's suicide, depression and eating constantly, which leads to rapid obesity. Of course, there are also melancholy The protagonist, Kiba.
Even so, dare you say they are not happy! Sometimes, the existence of happiness is just a casual, even boundless ideal. Whether it is extravagant hope or prayer. She is always there. Like air, everywhere. Can't give up.
"I wasn't like this before," said Gibbal's mother. Brigitte said, I was not like this before.
Such. You can hear it, it's probably not good. In fact, we are not what we are now.
Such an obedient group of children, who love his wife so much, and live a happy life. I don't understand why Gibb's father chose to leave silently? I think, perhaps, he doesn't understand where his happiness lies. Maybe he was just scared. Fear of constant trouble.
YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE! Gibal's mother kept telling her silly son, Alex.
Gibal's mother kept pulling back the curtains, looking through the window for the sunshine that pierced through depression and sadness and melancholy.
As long as the sun exists, happiness is everywhere.
Love, in many cases, is not a simple existence.
She'll keep bugging you when you're not looking, just like Alex.
Maybe she just wants you to know that love, sometimes, is just trouble.
Happiness can only be experienced in constant trouble.
And that trouble is responsibility.
Because of responsibility, our sky is different!
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