It has attracted worldwide attention. Live in flowers and applause.
My sister can play the flute.
Not very good. Because of the skill and the halo of the younger sister, Xiao is famous.
They love each other so much.
Regardless of each other.
My sister is headstrong, rebellious, and unruly. Always unexpected, like a naughty child who hasn't grown up yet.
The elder sister returned to the ordinary, got married and had children, and lived an ordinary life in the country.
One day, my sister suddenly ran to the country. She said to her sister: I want to have sex with him.
The man she was talking about was her brother-in-law.
This is the only man my sister loves so much, how can he be willing.
So, she ran into the woods in a snowy day, naked and crying desperately.
She said: You don't care for me. No one loves me. I just want to have sex with him.
She scratched her body desperately with a wattle.
The sister hugged her hard, and then said: I promise you.
She is her younger sister, like a part of her body, inseparable.
At night, listening to their making love, listening to my sister's low voice singing.
My sister stayed and lived with them, just like a real family.
She is too extreme. She willfully hopes to have a life like her sister and be deeply loved by her husband. She just wants the happiness of ordinary people.
No one knows how lonely she was when she was touring various countries all by herself. No one knows, in fact, she doesn't love the cello. Because of it, it deprived her of the most ordinary happiness and joy.
When her brother-in-law sneaked into her sister's room, she cried bitterly and played the cello.
In the end, she left. She knew that all this did not belong to her after all. At this time, she was terminally ill and could no longer perform. The hand holding the strings trembled constantly.
My sister has never seen her. The relationship between them is a mixture of love, jealousy, pain and despair.
When my sister was dying, her sister woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. She sensed her call. She drove to her bedside overnight and hugged her sister who was convulsing constantly. She spoke to her softly. Feed her milk. Tell the story of a young age.
My sister said: I will always remember what you said on the beach. You said, it's okay, don't worry about anything.
The younger sister quieted down slowly. She looked straight at her sister, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
At the end of the film, the camera flashes back to the two people running carefree on the beach when they were young, laughing. They love each other deeply and hug each other tightly.
"She is Lonely Than Fireworks", this is the Chinese translation of the name. Yi Shu's novels use this name, and Annie's article also uses this name. Lonely people are always too willful and always want too much. The more struggling, the more futile. Fate is already ready to meet there, no matter which way you go.
The so-called same destination by different routes is probably the case.
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