I watched a movie you like tonight, and I didn't understand it very well, so I was a little sad. She seduces poor him, he follows closely but can't get it, feels his confusion and pain, but she is happy and nourished, like a lost cat playing and laughing at his desires, she is beautiful and moving, can choose a dance partner at will, he always Very suffocated and restrained, following her like a bereaved dog. I don't like this kind of painful absent-mindedness and hopeless self-degeneration. Faith and love are all vain and dead, and I don't want to watch it a second time. Later, I smoked a lot of cigarettes and talked a lot in the back mountain, but I still didn’t understand it. Maybe I haven’t had you recently, and I have reached a mental crisis.
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