I can't help but envy that a successful old man can still attract beautiful little girls in his later years, not to mention his bed partner who has been by his side for decades.
After watching, when I was moved by its romantic story, I couldn't help but pouted because of the old man's infidelity.
Until I saw a comment: "Maybe this is love", I sneered for a while, then thought for a while, and ignored that this was the connotation of the film.
This is love. When you can't get it, you think like crazy. After you get it, you're afraid of losing it. If you can't run away, you'll feel like it's tasteless. That's love.
Love has nothing to do with occupation, age, character, hobbies and knowledge, as long as that person arouses the fire of your desire, that's it.
Old men love a girl because of her beautiful body. And the girl loves the old man because of his extensive knowledge.
Everything went smoothly.
Love is never one-on-one, but love can make people jealous and monopolistic. Then came the constraints of marriage and moral fidelity, helping insecure people to restrain their partners, and it became a loyalty agreement concluded within this society.
And marriage is something we must uphold in living in social laws, because it is closely linked with moral judgment, public opinion, and career prospects. We can only choose to stay with one person until we grow old.
So it's scary how important this choice is.
Those who, because of their age, have to find someone to marry and have children, really have no ego. They are completely unaware that this choice is so important to their future life and fully surrender their happiness and happiness to the pressure imposed by society.
Perhaps, two people who are not in love can get along with each other. Shared life experiences will make them feel close and cherish each other. It's just the sublimation of this kind of affection, nothing to do with love.
In the latter part of the movie, the young girl lost her breasts because of breast cancer, and the old man finally let go of his inferiority complex, and both of them were finally happy.
Perhaps at this time, love has died, replaced by mutual affection and affection. They may live the rest of their lives with this long-term relationship and voluntary responsibility, and there will be no third party.
Maybe it doesn't matter if love is dead or not. There are so many feelings in people, who cares or can tell which one will let us go through life?
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