How sad is life, and how sad is death?

I thought about it for a long time. How did this woman pinch my eyes step by step. I have seen her from her childhood to her old age, from her delicate period to her obesity period, from her students to her lover, from her singing to her charity, from her ordinary to her In jail, from her smile to her death. I just remember her saying over and over again, it's okay, it's better than being alone. Her death was originally a suspenseful beginning, but slowly turned into an intangible answer. Because she would never die happy.

I can be sure that even though Matsuko was rejected by everyone, he was deeply loved by the director. Because she is often miserable, the director will frame a fairy tale background for her, and repeatedly sing her favorite nursery rhyme when she was a child. Through the picture that seemed innocent and happy, I couldn't guess Songzi's smiling face again and again to pluck up the courage to seek happiness. She may not know what happiness is, because she has never experienced it. She only knows how to carry on her love. She jumped from top to bottom, rolled over and was injured, still holding her persistent mindset and running with a smile, seeing the awe-inspiring blood of ordinary people, she can hug and kiss, and encounter the prohibitive prison disaster of ordinary people. , She can wait and meet. There are countless tragedies that have happened to her. And these stories of her can be told one by one, the director must have fallen in love with her.

I also love such a woman very much. I have met so many people who have been rejected by others, and have also been rejected by some people. I was once arranged by the teacher to the last position and ignored. I was also caught by my mother's hair and smashed my head against the wall. I once felt sorry for a person's life but still lost his trace. The only expression I can show is negative, numb, or violent and willful. I still can't get rid of the past. None of the people I have met who have been rejected by others have a face that is calm enough to bear more pain.

Pine nuts have lived for themselves, I don't know. The river where she stayed to spend the last part of her life may be hiding all her good memories of her hometown. Even a person who is not valued at all has the memory of tears she can rely on. So, how sad is life, and how sad is death?

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