At the end, the intuitive feeling is:
Crazy love, shocking perception. (The following content is all my own perception, there is serious subjective one-sidedness)
In fact, it is completely different from what I imagined love, and the contrast is huge. Expanded my knowledge radius again... (laughs) The love I imagined is flat, two people, I carry the drawing board, he holds the piano, a bright house, we sit on the bench arm in arm, watching the sun. Out and sunset, talk about career and life. Worldly ties are also destined to surround us, and we face them together.
So at the beginning of the movie, I could understand everything they said and did. But I will never yearn for it. I feel that this is a kind of rough love, a love that occupies it (especially the male protagonist is afraid of the female protagonist's departure, and he punches and kicks himself after seeing him again), I frown, which makes me breathless;
In the end, I forgot when I saw it: dancing under the fireworks, the male lead of the small yacht leading the female lead to surf, dancing desperately, laughing unrestrainedly, looking at each other and smiling when we went to the Atlantic Ocean together, a little moved, suddenly this is pure love right? , regardless of others, as long as I am with you, I can do anything, others will laugh at me as crazy, stupid, crazy,
we embrace
no way back.
At the end of the whole play, I feel that two kinds of love have the possibility of becoming each other's own.
Maybe we need to be braver.
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