Is love a momentary soul touch, or a day-to-day companionship.
A woman spends most of her life confined to her career and family, watching her son grow old and her husband lifeless in his grandpa's pajamas. Finally "crazy". She tried to change a body even if it was just a little younger, to prove that she still existed, still alive and worthy of love.
Men, you can only search for that touching moment in your memory again and again, that moment that can make a long and exhausting life meaningful. He never thought that what he entered was a fake drama, but what he faced was another real touch. Because of this touch again, the man finally feels that he still exists, that he is still alive and worthy of being loved.
The girl knew this was a play, but she wasn't playing herself. She didn't dare to look into the man's eyes. When she said goodbye to him, "Don't search for her for the first time. Go and search for her beauty, her sorrow, and her surprise." But she was clearly crying, and she was clearly moved. Then in the play, when the girl kisses the man on the revolving bed, who can say that she is not a little emotional.
In the end, the woman said the love words of the year in the virtual 1974 cafe, "Don't you want to marry me?"
"I don't want to," said the man, "because in 25 years you can't stand me anymore."
"It's me, I can't stand myself. I hurt you and now I miss you."
The woman no longer really understands the man in front of her who has been with her for 25 years, but she still misses him. What she was thinking of was him who was alive 25 years ago, or who was alive 25 years ago.
The man looked at the scarf that the woman had dropped on purpose, but the appearance of a girl appeared in front of him. What he fell in love with was the girl who touched him, or the self who became fresh again because of the touch.
What has been consumed in the wasting of time is whether it was the once vigorous love time, the heart that was touched again and again, or the original fresh self who lost the vast sea of people.
This situation can be reminisced, perhaps, this is life.
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