The film from ten years ago, I only know today. It can be seen that I am not here to write a film review, regardless of whether the music has nothing to do with books, give up skills and discard pictures.
What did the cattle people see in the only 3P in the grass, or not long ago, what they saw in the two men kissing in the crib, or did they see nothing, just remember Hans finishing his clothes after shooting and taking a glimpse?
The most difficult thing to do in a movie is a perfect person, so in our good movies, the good people have a lot of faults and the bad people are all human, except for the boss. Except for angels, who wants to share wives with others. No, angels have no wives. Looking back, of course, I expect my wife to follow me, but I don't know that I don't look lonely. God bless you, the old lady on the second floor said "third floor" with a blank face, I met the boss and smiled lightly. I really thought he would flee to a foreign country alone, how could he know that he wanted to die. I really thought that I was saved by myself, but how could I know that I was sad, angry, helpless, but full of self-esteem.
Showing the Nazis is straightforward: you have no mercy at all, and what you said to the Nazis is also to Hans: you still have a little mercy. Eyes flicker, fear is brave and brave. But finally calm down, you sentence it!
I am a lonely pianist, no, a composer. Made a good song and gave it to the boss. The boss knew that I was sleeping with the lady boss, and he acquiesced, even together. The boss helps me publish my song, even if it kills people. I am lucky, but also sad. My tune floats in the world, and that tune kills. The poor dignity of the literary youth was trampled on by a hairy boy. For me, she had the first time, and for her, I had to have the last time. Her tearful eyes seemed pleading, but it didn't change my self-esteem.
It can be seen that when I sang, my eyes that were strong but finally gave up were full of kindness, towards you, him, and myself.
What kind of hatred is worth waiting for 50 years, being raped is nothing, it doesn't matter if you die or not, it doesn't matter who is worthy and who is brave, and killing your little lover is just a moment of anger. It's a yellow hexagram, an angel's wings trampled under the Nazis' feet. You are destroyed by your body, and soul. Regardless of the body, the soul at least has dignity.
From looking forward to brilliance, to captivating, to being unable to return to the sky, to complaining but not sad, angels are forced to be strong in the name of love.
The author sat upright in a turquoise single-breasted woolen coat—the color and style of a Nazi-like coat, and couldn’t see his eyes. There used to be young teenagers who were blindly courting, like Hans on the road at night. There have been arrogance and youthful arrogance, such as Hans who played the piano and inspected. There have been uneasy feelings of sympathy and self-blame, such as Hans who rescued people and returned the jewelry. There was pride that was arrogant and indifferent, such as Hans who finished the angel packing his bags and avenged his revenge.
So what? They saved 1,000 lives, and even if they made a reasonable extra money, the whole world is grateful. People just made mistakes that normal (male) people would make. At present, there are very few people who can control the beauty, let alone the beauty that has been coveted for 10 years. People are just mature, know to stay behind, understand politics, enjoy war and enjoy peace. People also said: Hungary has no angels, just hell!
You are the left eye of the asylum commander, benevolent and fake.
Where there are Nazis is purgatory, not hell. It's where you are.
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