trying to find something to make me feel.
It begins with a tiresome quarrel.
There is an urge to turn off the player.
Ten minutes later the man is dead, and
Holly, the big-mouthed heroine, is howling at the TV at home.
I never cried,
nor was I 'moved'.
I don't know what's wrong
or why,
I don't want to cry at all.
Don't want to laugh either.
Unexpectedly met Phoebe in the movie.
Somehow Lisa seems to never get out of Phoebe's shadow,
she smiles in the bar, and her smile is as beautiful as ten years ago.
'I feel like I deserve the best man and he's out there just in love with the wrong guy,' she said.
She said I now have the right to stare at men's buttocks and admire them in vulgar ways
if I want to.
I couldn't help laughing when three American girls were fishing in the Irish sun and
shouting Help in unison.
I've been staring blankly at it, and I'm getting bored myself.
Phoebe was screaming like Rachel was, and
Holly's big mouthed horse face that I didn't like was still silent.
William, a handsome Irish man with a low voice and a smile,
sang on the raucous stage.
Holly's thin face began to reveal a newfound suspicion.
Forget how long it takes to be a person,
three years, thirty years, a lifetime.
I don't know why I can't be moved.
Maybe just because of that pain, always unavoidable.
Why cry.
Why don't you cry.
The days are always moving forward, and
nothing can stand still.
The dazzling fireworks may just
disappear in the peak just because it only opens for a moment.
Irish sky and fields,
smiling boy with bright green eyes.
The slender road is continuous, and the
two stand on both sides of the road, smiling, and the wind and sunshine fill the air.
Relief seems to be a momentary thing,
but who did not reply with laughter after wiping away tears.
On the contrary, it was the sentence ps i love you,
which was a little moved when I first saw it.
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