But he couldn't hide the blue melancholy and the deep sea.
Love, sometimes I don't know what true love is, is it the warmth of habit, or the impulse of passion, or is it difficult to part with pain?
I can't see the love between Hearst and Freddy, Freddy is just a cynical kid and a pampered married woman from beginning to end, in the name of love, while Hearst is for the so-called Love, no matter what.
Man, I don't believe it anymore.
When Freddie was about to leave the next morning, he was so cautious at first that he watched Hearst as usual and even indifferent when he was shining his shoes, which made me understand that love is just a plaything for a man. There is no affection, and there is no need to talk to them about affection. That look, combined with Freddie's relentless hang-up when Hearst begged him to come back and pack up himself. That kind of deja vu is no longer my tears, it just makes me feel chills.
We are all afraid of facing the person we love and the indifference he has given us.
After Freddy was gone, Hearst cried, heart-wrenchingly, in front of the fireplace. But then she walked to the window, and I thought she was going to cry at Freddie's back. But the director gave me Hirst's smile. At that moment, I saw hope.
It was a hope, a hope of a new life, a hope of everlasting life. A reality that can escape from a period of purgatory. For those who are deeply in love, the love of moths to the fire is a kind of shackles. After the blood is broken, they may be able to truly welcome the new life. We all have to face the loneliness and dead silence everywhere after despair, get used to them, and then find our way forward in loneliness and loneliness.
The smile at that moment also made me understand the courage and hope to move forward as well as the unchanging strength.
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