The days when the heating is turned off are the hardest. After sitting at the table for five minutes, the body becomes stiff, as if the blood has coagulated.
The quilt is not warm either, is it winter in spring?
Last night, I was watching "Lovers in Xinqiao" with a cold quilt. I drank water, and my tears fell into the cup drop by drop.
The desperation that haunts the whole film makes people feel suffocated, even if the final team member ending still can't make people feel perfect.
The mutual attachment in despair, the pure spirituality gained from material scarcity, has long since disappeared around.
Think of a word, let go, and what you have is the whole world.
Maybe it's not suitable to put it here, but when I see them running on the beach, dancing on the bridge, and shuttling in the fireworks, they
are completely indulgent, without any fear, without barriers and obstacles, and everything is within reach.
That's a sense of ease that I've long lost.
If you are numb, you can survive for a long time. If you have feelings, you will not want to live.
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