"Dying Art IS AN everthing like the else,
the I do IT Exceptionally Well .... the I do IT SO IT Feels
like Hell, like A Call"
, "death" is mentioned numerous times from Sylvia mouth, like a remote control in her life is a An ordinary thing. She drowned, took medicine, and even as her mother described "She once wanted to lock herself under a wooden board." To fall in love with such a person, to be loved by such a person. What is beautiful.
Perhaps this is the case. Poets have the most sensitive nerves, because they can both create heaven and lead themselves to hell.
I love the plot of this film because I love the words of sylvia. Unfortunately, the heroine lacks a kind of unfathomable despair in her eyes. Her heart is constantly portraying her true appearance, and the way she writes poems, everything is perfect with death Fusion.
I have no sorrow, except when her two children in the arms of strangers cry ignorantly, I seem to have been waiting for Sylvia to say goodbye to the world. Her verses only come out in sorrow, which makes others want. The words stopped.
So I stared at the window next to me, and what was touched were the fragments of words and sentences left in my memory, as well as her silly obsession with love.
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