Jim's warm eyes and soft coquettish coquettishness in his memory made George lose his mind for a moment. So sad that I can't help myself.
Jim asks George why you're with me when you've been with a woman, George says: Because I fall in love with a man, because I fall in love with you. Real Love can transcend gender more than traditionally The real relationship is even more enduring. It is just that it can resist life and separation, but it can't resist death. Death is the future, it's what we all share.
Goerge said that the only moment when we feel worthwhile is when we have connection with someone - we perceive the joy of our existence from the reflection of other people's world, in needing and being needed It makes life full and rich and interesting, but when the fulcrum of the soul suddenly collapses, there is no longer an outlet for the soul, and after all, it falls into the darkness of wontons.
When a person is born, a person dies, and is completely and completely enclosed in his own body, what kind of self do we see, and what kind of me will we see in the eyes of others? Sometimes we choose to keep silent, maybe just for fear of talking too much and no one caring, we're afraid no one cares, no one to accompany, no one to like--a terrible loneliness pervades the soul, biting and tearing softly The nerves hurt, and the pain was so numb that I couldn't breathe.
It's okay to be numb, so numb to the point where only the slightest perception is left, so I hurriedly glanced at the reflection in the world.
I love the lines in the film, they are as elegant, delicate and beautiful as a stage play, I love the images in the play, like the photos displayed one by one, I love the color changes in the film, and the relationship between the characters. The ups and downs of the mood are so close together, and I love the music in the film, so melodious that you can quietly forget yourself in this sad story.
I am used to lingering in my own memories, I am used to muttering to myself when I am alone, I am used to meticulously dividing every minute of time, I am used to being silent, crazy, quiet, violent and wandering in nightmares in my own world.
That's just our own isolation.
Those beautiful and clear moments, those moments that are fleeting and hard to grasp, those moments that flow away from your feet and between your fingers.
Relive the original encounter, from a bottle of beer and a pack of Lucky Strike to, Scottch with Luck Strike. From beginning to beginning, and end to end.
Everything is exactly what it was meant to be.
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