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It's a 477-minute, nearly 8-hour movie. Time for a dream. But it doesn't feel redundant at all.
This is a film that spans half a century. But I always feel that when it comes to love, time seems too short.
This is a film that contains all human emotions, or rather, a microcosm of life.
Unattainable love, grief that hurts to the bone marrow, helplessness that cannot be together, love too late to tell, conflict between money and love, conflict between rights and dreams, identity change, family entanglement, loss, forgetting, remorse... everything.
There is always a man who caresses her head to comfort her when she is crying, from girls to women.
It's this man, tell her she's growing up, don't be afraid to bleed.
It was the same man who accompanied her on horseback, sent her to school, and kept the roses she picked at random.
He witnessed everything about her.
From the first meeting, who are you? my little girl? He fell in love with her.
Although when she said, when I grow up and then we get married, he said, I'm a pastor, a pastor can't get married, and I'm not going to be a pastor.
He promised her that you would never lose me. A promise that seems to be a lie at all.
He always hugged her by the waist, with a distressed look, watching her smile in his arms. Like his only baby, he was willing to make her beautiful, he watched her grow and fell in love with her more and more.
She grew up, became beautiful, and slowly understood the minds of the men around her, but she only saw him in her eyes.
Walking down the stairs slowly, in the rose-colored skirt, she only smiled at him.
Seeing this, Dahe said, sexy is nudity under cover. I think this kind of smile is the most lethal sexy.
He said, you are so lovely, so... grown up.
Yes, she has finally grown up. But why is he disappointed?
He stroked her hair again, a man's infatuation with a woman. Eyes warm.
Then the next shot is the suspicious gaze of others. Cold all over.
He remembered that he was a pastor.
Seeing him dancing with other women, she was jealous, and she finally understood.
He told her that you will meet your destined husband, and then, forget about me.
He cupped her face with his fingers, like they had first met.
He's leaving, he said, because I don't want to see you become someone I can never have.
He said I hate you. Because you have grown up. You are the rose of my life, I could have you then, but now.
When each other becomes impossible to have, I will hate you and make me fall in love with you.
She stood in front of the rose garden, kissed him deeply, and he left. She muttered, you will come back to me because only I love you.
Her 75-year-old aunt, Mary, also fell in love with him pervertedly, and used the most humble means to ruin this love that would never mature.
No, it's not a pervert, maybe, Mary loves him too, like she said, God destroyed my body, but I'm still young inside, I still love you, but you don't want me.
Mary had asked him, when Satan tempted Jesus with the whole world, was it because he hated him or because he loved him?
Which one?
When disaster strikes, any emotion becomes insignificant.
On the day she married someone else, he too was finally promoted to bishop.
Different rings lead them to a different world.
Life or death is but a moment. It may seem too dramatic, but when you think about it, the same is true of real life.
When she lost a loved one, when she was in pain, when she was in childbirth, he came back with his comforting kisses and hugs. He always seemed to be there when she needed a shoulder.
Seeing this, I hope it's not him, but another warm and tranquil man, holding her hurt heart, so that it may be easier to forget.
Forgetting is something that ordinary people can do, and I decided not to forget her.
Who said that a woman's deepest love for a man is to give birth to a child for him.
She loved him in the deepest way.
The movie is a long time, and I write it while watching it. When something pops up in my mind, I just write it down. It's a mess.
I watched the drama last night, and this sentence kept floating in my mind:
Love is the process of a person being cheap until he finds himself being cheap.
Rough, but incisive.
PS: I strongly recommend it. As long as you muster up the courage to open the movie, you will watch it involuntarily.
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