After reading it, I gave full marks without hesitation.
The British-style pictures won my heart. The actors are clean and beautiful, the pictures are elegant, the emotional communication between the two people is meticulously portrayed, and the director is very clever.
After watching the film, there is a kind of unspeakable sadness in my heart, not sadness, maybe, it is heavy, and then it reflects the shadow of many people's hearts.
During the years when the two people were lingering, they were not afraid of anything, blindly asking each other greedily, stepping on the world under their feet, not fearing the eyes of others, and finally being bound by the world and reality, which is a little ridiculous.
You see that their love is exhausted, but I think their love is very humble.
In fact, each of us is the same. In the face of love, the arrogant people start to care about, begging for that little bit of humble love. Get, don't get, lose, don't lose, the lotus roots are broken, and it's broken.
Envy, hatred or pain, bloody.
They don't want much, just a little bit of the other side, but the other side can't even give that little bit. The humble request, the humble desire, the humble hand over all of his body, mind and soul into one person's hands. How helpless to know that the other party is also incomplete.
In the end, the humble and decisive hysterical himself cut the connection between the two people personally, dragged his bloody body to hide, healed his wounds, but also pretended to be fearless and noble in front of outsiders.
How many of us are going to die in our fantasy of love?
I once heard a friend say such a theory.
A person's heart is complete at the beginning,
and a person comes and gives 100%. That person is gone, and his heart is 10% less.
Another person gives 80%, and that person leaves, and his heart is 10% less.
After going back and forth like this, all that is left is a broken heart, which
can't give anything to others, and I also have 0.
Those missing percentages cannot be made up by the appearance of other people.
Less is less. Empty is empty. It can only be filled by numbness.
There is no shortage of people who are honest and suitable for living in this world, and there are also those crazy people who are obsessed with love. It's easy to be a numb person, but a lunatic must have the courage to challenge the world, to support and identify his increasingly vague beliefs.
When the world is filled with material desire, numbness, craving, and cruelty,
only lunatics are happy.
Because love does not need any material shape, no entity to support it, let alone any reason.
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