Seeing this, I burst into tears.
"Sleepless in Paris", a real girl, lonely and clinging to a cold self, a kind boy, a simple and hard life in reality. There is no sensuality, no extravagance and decadence, real emotions, subtle expressions, and constant warmth of getting along. In this city, we encounter countless faces and brush shoulders with countless people every day, but we feel lonely and return to our own space, facing only our naked heart and nothing else.
Longing for warmth, longing for an affectionate hug, returning from running around each other, seeing a living person, taking off your tiredness with gentle eyes, and simmering a pot of stomach-warming soup in the kitchen that does not need to be very large. When all this came naturally, I heard the girl say in an unconcerned tone, "We go to bed, we drink together, but we don't fall in love." Of course I understand the boy's expression and the inner feelings after he turned around. The ups and downs were turbulent, and an extremely cold air current swept him into the deep seabed, invisible to the light. At four o'clock in the morning, when the loneliness in his heart could no longer be told to others, he put on his coat, stepped on a motorcycle, and brought his own to the sea at the most painful speed, letting the biting sea breeze temporarily fill the big hole in his heart.
No one can accept this kind of helplessness, which is the deepest pain in the body, no longer trust, no longer easily moved, so he responded in the continued relationship: "I sleep with you every Monday, but no Kiss goodbye." Kissing goodbye is a lover's action, when they get along with each other only for a moment before and behind the bed, love, where should you put it. So, I put away my love, never talk about it, and all the tenderness with you is just a temporary false romance.
At this point in the movie, my heart is broken. I would rather be ridiculed, rigid, and conservative, but only to wrap my affection in the safest and most precious core. The closed door of my heart was just tentatively opened, but was completely destroyed by ruthlessness. In the lonely cold night, I only wish to have a pair of sincere hands to hold me tightly, convey a touch of warmth, and entrust each other's weakness and loneliness.
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