If the midlife crisis stems from boredom, the old age crisis stems largely from memory. Similar marriage crises, the life in Paris on the road of revolution makes the middle-aged couple unable to ask for it, and the revisiting of old dreams in the perfect life is the past that the old partner can't turn back. The high technology that the wife is addicted to, and the old tavern that the husband is obsessed with are all desperately trying to capture the feeling of youth. The reality becomes more and more boring day by day, so I can only try my best to paint the memories again and again and put them in a perfect frame, just like a classic. Memories are like a utopia, hiding in it is as happy as drug addiction. The uncle's husband said that he fell in love with the girl who played the young wife, but it was better to say that he loved his younger self. In his boyhood, he was unrestrained and had a promising future. Whether love can last, this question is like the chicken and the egg, there is no answer, so I can only stagger forward in the struggle, and fill in the disappointment with memories. The snoring is getting louder and louder, the hair is getting less and less, and the word "old age" is written all over the body. Can love wipe away the wrinkles on the face? The good times are nothing but a young age, full of hope, and full of possibilities. How wonderful. I like the ending of the film. In fact, this couple is very likely to come to an end. The more beautiful the memories, the more unbearable it is to continue living. In the end, the two of them can separate their happiness and get together. The future is not the perfection, the decision is the liberation
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