When I watched this movie, I had temporarily left my bf. When I watched a man and a woman in the play finally die in the real life of chai, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea, I was thinking: In fact, should they break up? Isn't the next love still the same?
How easy it is to hold hands, but holding hands with your son will grow old together with your son. What is it that can support us to walk hand in hand through a long, not-so-good-looking life together? In love? Responsibility? Affectionate? Habit? Or "Honey, we need a company to live with"?
At the end of the play, after the breakup, they met on the street by chance, saying "how are you doing these days?" Yes, if it weren't for a chance encounter, in the vast sea of people, maybe we have long forgotten each other in the rivers and lakes. Love is probably the most snobbish game in the world. When "I love you" is replaced by "I don't love you", everything becomes a mirage, and we become the most unfamiliar people. Having lost each other, we started to build our own new little universe.
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