After watching the movie Belle Epoque, I felt that it has nothing to do with the movie, but just the thinking of the movie.
The content of the story is just like the title, good times.
The Belle Époque is beautiful and worth remembering and re-experienced only because the good has passed and it has turned into a sadness. How beautiful yesterday was, how painful today is, maybe everything should have been zero.
The funny and ironic thing is that beauty and pain are brought to you by one person. She and you are young together, grow old together, be happy together, create stories together, and hurt each other in stories together.
If I were the protagonist of the story, I would not dare to experience that beautiful era again, because I have been afraid to look back on that beautiful period. Looking back on those good days brings me not joy, but regret for reality. Good days are always fast, painful days are always slow, and the good days of yesterday still can't heal the heart that hurts today.
If life is just as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan. It is easy to change but the old people's hearts, but the old people's hearts are changeable.
What exactly has changed? You, me, or between you and me?
Actually, everything has changed. You, me, between you and me.
I don't know if the male protagonist will chase his wife away in the end, but I don't think so. After all, for some people, love is like a mirror, which cannot be broken.
The male protagonist may want to ask: since when did you stop supporting me? Since when did we stop talking? Since when did you stop being close to me? Since when did you stop admiring my hands?
Maybe I've changed, I've gotten older, I've become less attractive to you, I can't keep up with trends, I can no longer sing pop songs, I no longer know the names of popular movie stars, but my love for you has never changed. Why have you changed?
To find you, I pursued your shadow, and I fell in love with your shadow. But the shadow is not you after all. When you appeared in front of me again, I realized that I could never find you again.
I don't want to hate, but I still have grudges. I miss you, but I can't keep loving you. I blame you because you shattered my ideal of love, because you gave me the tragic end of the Belle Époque, and because you took yourself away from me.
When the male protagonist sees his wife with someone else, I don't know if he should be angry? If he should be angry, he can't forgive, if he is not angry anymore, just because there is no more love, then why be together?
Those days were beautiful, those days were good times. Those days had our youth, our love, our joys and sorrows together. But I dare not miss it. The reason why youth is beautiful is that it is too hasty, just like a forest flower and Xiehong, before you can see enough, it drifts away with the water, just like the spring in the north, it has gone before you can feel it. So is love.
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