forget he is her

Jimmie 2022-11-15 15:56:03

Looking at MM standing alone in the snow, he must be the coldest person this night. His sad tears, messy hair, slightly twitching arms, and the back figure that gradually disappeared, in the white night before dawn, very much like a Chihuahua abandoned by its owner.
The master, a woman who has not known each other for less than a week, has a bright smile like sunshine, and always looks into the distance with ethereal eyes. She confided her experience to MM and confessed her heart. She was waiting for a year ago and separated before it started. It seems that it is impossible to have a follow-up man. She is cowardly, sensitive and shy, which makes MM feel pity. She is either detached, fickle and decisive, which makes MM fascinated, thinking that as long as she is sincere, she can change her infatuation with sincerity. She doesn't know anything about MM's life experience, and she doesn't care about MM's bloodshed. She only has fantasies in her mind, only tomorrow in her eyes, and only herself in her heart. She didn't think MM was a lover at all, not even a friend. Horrible woman, what the hell is she? Maybe only after reading the novel will the answer be given, because just based on the movie, it only makes people feel that this is simply a ruthless selfish and hypocritical meow.
Chihuahua. MM is extremely tragic? Not really, he just missed the girl who wrote Ciao on the glass window. She might be a Samoyed or an Alaskan, though her gloves and necklace suggest they are not of the same class. Finally, thanks to Director Wei, at the end of the street corner, MM met Dabai who belongs to him.
Forget Wang is Meow.

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  • Mario: I got a job. One year here, one year there - you meet a lot of people. You meet, you separate, and then you start all over. I used to think that was the secret to a happy life. Perhaps I'm getting older, but I don't like that anymore. I'd like to make some friends and keep them. Someone...

  • Mario: I don't come to places like this anymore. I like to walk around by myself, lost in thought.

    Natalia: So you're a dreamer too.

    Mario: Well, you know how it is. The imagination boils over, like water in a coffee pot. But it's a mistake, because you end up believing there's something real and tangible in your dreams, and you neglect life and reality.