When she put on the white dress, I thought she was finally going to jump into the sea, but she didn't, she just went back to her previous life, back to hopelessness. I just realized that the definition of tragedy in my heart is really a drama, and it needs to be performed by putting on a dress and committing suicide. At the same time, I also realized that this might mean that nothing I went through was a tragedy.
The lighting in the whole film is very beautiful. At first I thought it was just the sun on the beach, but then I realized that the light changes with my emotions. Under the bridge, in the apartment, in the park, every inch of hair is shining, but that But it's not love at all.
"The biggest difference between men and women is that women can fall in love all day long." As far as I am concerned, love has a really great ability to influence my emotions. It's normal to be cranky and moody. This is not the true meaning of love, this is a woman's sorrow.
I lead myself into tragedy, and think about how often we do? That road that can't be taken always has a special charm. Knowing that the investment will hurt but it is more reluctant to turn back. Perhaps this is the tragic flaw, our natural choice to destroy.
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