She's back in the bedroom, Marseille! He called softly, as if he didn't want to disturb the dusty Marseille who had just gotten off the plane. However, Marseille, who was still there just now, is gone, the bedroom is empty, and there is no one around.
She's out of control: Marseille - Marseille -
she's slumped on the ground, heartbroken, coughing, shaking, hysterical. . . . . .
The music sounded: If you die, we will be separated forever, as long as you love me, it doesn't matter, because I will go with you, we can stay together forever, in the endless blue sky, in the dark clouds. Heaven, my love, I firmly believe that as long as we love each other, all lovers can be married. The music is long and loud.
This cry made my throat sore and weep. Where have you felt this way? It is "meaning". When the middle-aged woman was desperate to keep the young Chinese chef in vain.
Both women were lost. One is the death of his lover; the other is the betrayal of his desperate lover. Both scenes are so unforgettable and hysterical. How weak, how humble, how pitiful, how eager we are to be accompanied and protected! Why can't we protect these feelings? Why suffer so much?
Oh, people should love each other, people should keep each other warm, people should be immortal.
On that day, when I heard the news of my grandmother's death, I cried with my head covered. I was always alone in the field, and I had no friends or entertainment, except for work. I called Donna, why are so many dear ones away from you one by one? Why does the world make you so lonely and helpless? She said, yes, there is a lot of pain we have to bear, but these pains don't happen at the same time, they happen one after the other, time will drain your enthusiasm and then hide your pain in time. Under the hourglass, people have wrinkles, they begin to be as calm as water, and they begin to grow old.
I think about my parents, they are my pillars and I don't know how much I love them. They always dote on me and cherish me, like all parents. Donna, my dear friend. My dearest but faraway friend. I started to panic, I wanted to protect it all.
In the dream I just took a nap, I heard Donna calling, she said, "Aniu, Aniu, you black bag!" Come and play! She slept on the bed next to me, and we were separated by a thin curtain. Four years of classmates have made our friendship wine sweet and mellow. Everyone was amazed at my reliance and trust in Donna. They said that after classmates graduate, there is no banquet in the world, but I don't. They are so important in my life. Every important person leaves like a Tear the scars from my wounds.
Her calling softly tapped my eardrums, like dancing steps in the midnight darkness, I sat up, still in the quiet foreign dormitory. In the hot and humid South, the electric fan never stops turning.
Oh, Piaf is getting old, and all the big stars of the past are gone. She curled up on the bed under the care of everyone and said, "I'm so scared, Simone, I've forgotten so many things, it's so scary!" It's all mixed up, I think about it, there's just no way. . . . . .
And so all the shots overlap:
she wants to see Marseille’s watch; prostitutes compliment her on her wild eyes when she was bewildered as a child, they bathe and sing together; her short-lived daughter has eyes like hers.
A female reporter came to interview her. She sat on the beach answering all questions, holding her head up and pouting her lips like a cute little girl.
What advice would you like to give women? - What about love
for girls? - What about love
for children? —Love
what a good feeling we watch these movies with! Director Let's Love! Piaf makes us love! Although it can hurt us to love, love is the only way to get rid of loneliness. Come back and lick the wound, and still start to love passionately, love relatives, love friends, love life, and love the world.
Piaf bowed, dressed in a black dress, pale and red lips. Standing on the stage, she tried her best to widen her eyes bluntly, and she sang:
No, nothing is nothing
No, I have no regrets and no regrets . It 's
okay. I accept the bad
. I do
n't care . I ignited the fire with memories , my sadness, my joy, I no longer need to sweep away with a trembling voice, sweep away my love forever, sweep away from scratch, and start from scratch, from now on, only with you
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