In order to save the dancing girlfriend who is almost his lover, I dedicate myself to a man who is sexually abused, and let the man I love accompany this woman. This is Gilda's way of love from a disabled noble family. She is so free and easy with everything, to politics, art, and sex; and to her lover, whether man or woman, she is so wholehearted. But when the favorite man and woman left her because of the war and their homeland at the same time, she was so torn apart for everything she didn't care about. For Guy, after experiencing the war and taking away the same beloved Mia, he met his lover's wandering and resolute eyes on the withered streets. His tears were as cold as the flying shrapnel and the winter in Paris. In a war of blood and fire, many lives were swept away, and Gilda, a lofty and arrogant man, wandered in it. The escaping between every minute and every minute made Guy a survivor. How did he know that his favorite woman was silently intercepting news related to tens of thousands of lives with her love, body and dignity in the most dangerous place. She is beautiful and sublime, so quietly and quietly destroyed in a narrow civilian chaos. The hot love can only turn into a tired sigh, "The three of us are in Paris. That was the most beautiful day of my life." And, a piece of torn letter paper, "Who am I in the past, who am I now? Who... Looking back on my painful life, I feel that my words and deeds are worthy of the friendship between us, you, I, and Mia..." The editing of the picture and the control of the sound can all be ignored at this moment. Because the smoke is gradually clearing, the gloomy Paris, the lonely streets, those fragrant and pure years, music and wine, dance and sex, photos, paintings, English with Spanish and French accents, and old phonographs are all People can turn into the most distant pale yellow picture in the memory of a war.
In troubled times, beautiful women are eternal.
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