I'm not someone who has the habit of writing long reviews after watching movies. DAMAGE watched on and off for a few days, while resting in the dormitory. At first, it was because of Uncle Tie, because of the ravines and tiny spots on his face, and because of his deep but clear eyes under his high eyebrows. I watched it several times at the end, listening to the ending music while thinking about the male protagonist's final monologue.
In fact, it is very simple and very fast for people to want to die and live alone. A highly anticipated political backbone, countless eyes fell on him, interviews, meetings, promotions, this enviable life disappeared overnight. Instead, an ordinary and ordinary elderly person wears a pair of cheap sandals bought at a street stall, a pair of low-quality leggings, and an original suit jacket to go out to buy food. He lives in a small town far away from the bustling city, where the sun is shining, there are no people on the road, and the pace is slow. Every day, he deftly unwrapped the cheese wrappers, folded them, placed them on a thick stack of the same wrappers, and pressed them down with the empty cans. Maybe it's a way to keep track of time. An old man who lives alone will always try to grab something or leave something behind in the swiftly passing time. Unfortunately, in the end there is often nothing left. The shutters were opened, and the sun raged into the cold, shabby hut, scattered over the photo. He got it from the desk of his son's company, and he took a photo with his son and her. The son looked at her affectionately, she looked at the camera with a smile, and he was extremely alienated, just like he usually did, trying his best to hide the strong love in his heart for the two people around him.
Only in film and television dramas can this kind of love, which is completely unacceptable to secular morality, develop a result, a result that is clearly known to be DAMAGE.
In reality, people will have more concerns, will be more restrained, more rational, and will not let things go that far. But who can deny the beauty of light and roses? You put her in poems, you sing her in songs.
He was devastated and sat on a chair, and on the wall was a photo of the three of them that was magnified many times. He said he had only seen her once after that, but she should not have seen him. She was no different from anyone else.
At that moment I fell in love with you at that moment, but in fact, you are no different from others, and I am just a ruined norMal boRing olD mAn.
Love is a time, a memory. If summer comes again, will you come to me again?
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